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Title: Roller Girls Do It With Whips
Fandom: Whip It
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,661
Characters/Pairings: Bliss/Eva Destruction, Eva/Bloody Holly, Eva/everybody
Summary: You’re not a real derby girl until you’ve been in the hot tub with Eva Destruction. It’s a rule.
Bliss is thirteen the first time she kisses someone. It’s a sleepover with Corbi. Their mothers are best friends, which means they’re best friends. It was either that, or sustain a rivalry throughout their moms’ drawn-out teas and chats and Bible studies. Friendship is a lot easier.
When Bliss’s father wins a weekend for two in Vegas, Corbi’s mother shrieks with pleasure at the news. “Of course, little Bliss can stay at our place!”
And it’s settled. They’re having a sleepover.
Corbi has a pretty pathetic VHS collection, but when her parents go out for prayer group, Corbi shows Bliss her older brother’s stash of horror films. They watch two before they’re scared enough to sleep with the closet light on. Bliss watches Corbi sleep, still looking like a pageant queen even as she yawns, and goes to use the bathroom. When she comes back, Corbi is awake, cold sweat dotting her forehead. A nightmare. Bliss pats her hair a few times and then kisses her.
Corbi gives her a look like she’s been infected with something, then she pushes Bliss and tells her to stay in her own bed or she’s telling. Better yet, sleep on the couch.
The next morning, they’re not friends anymore. Spending the rest of the weekend together is enough to turn them into bitter enemies.
***
When she was eighteen, Bliss woke up blurry enough that she wouldn’t be surprised if she were back in Corbi’s bunk bed. It was like Pash said. “Jaeger is the skanky drink of choice for impatient winos.” She was in Johnny Hot Tub’s pad, or at least property, she was pretty sure Smashley had said something about Johnny living out of some sort of van. Possibly a Winnebago. Yeah, that sounded about right.
Bliss got up, feeling pretty stupid. She’d fallen asleep at a party, what a dork move. And God help her if the Holy Rollers had found her. They’d probably air-mail her to Timbuktu, or whatever the 21st century version of that was. Fed-ex her to Somalia? Whatever.
Bliss found a toilet to vomit in, washed up, and made the snap decision that she would stick with Jell-O shots from now on. Then she wondered around a bit, looking for someone to give her a ride home. Her own car was a couple dozen shifts at the Oink Joint away.
The place was deserted, all the vampires fleeing the rising sun. Even Johnny had given up on getting into the hot tub. Which was, coincidentally enough, where Bliss found Eva Destruction sprawled out like a queen on her throne. A badass, no-king queen, like Elizabeth I. Eva was jerking back and forth like she was riding an electric bull, arms curled tightly around the lip of the tub, flask white-knuckled in her hand. Something about the sight of Eva gyrating in place made Bliss hold back, keep watching but only from a distance.
“Fuck,” Eva breathed, satisfied. Her bra was heaving and she writhed violently every few seconds, moaning, then groaning, then her eyes closing as she let out another blissful sigh. “Fuuuck.”
She took a slug from the flask, another blissful sigh. Bliss found something intensely… intense about how she drank, her throat working the homemade brew down like it was sugar water. It was so Texan, in the cowboy way, not the high school football way.
“You’ve got a sweet mouth. A sweet fucking mouth…”
Suddenly, Bloody Holly popped out of the water in front of Eva. Bliss could see every muscle in her whipcord-thin back; not even a bra strap covered it. She actually took cover, hiding behind a sofa. And she kept watching.
“Fuck,” Eva said for a third time, offering the breathless Holly a hit from her flask. Once, Eva had blocked Bliss so hard she’d seen stars. She was smiling like that now. “I’d say you earned this.”
“Damn straight,” Holly said, knocking back a hardcore slug.
Water ran down a nasty bruise on Holly’s back. Eva tweaked it as she caressed her skin.
Holly pulled at Eva’s bra top. “Now didn’t you lure me into your bed with promises of massaging jets?”
“Mmm.” Eva took the flask back. “Let me go get a refill. Then we can talk.”
Eva got out of the tub and no, she wasn’t wearing any pants. Bliss blinked, hard. She thought you were supposed to see pink elephants when you were drunk, not pink triangles.
“Alright, you can come out now, she’s gone,” Holly called, sinking under the water enough to give herself some modesty.
Bliss focused on not squeaking as she left the house. “I wasn’t going to blackmail you or anything. I just woke up from a Jaeger coma and… you look great, by the way.”
“Thanks. And if you do ever need to get blackmail material on someone, try not to breathe so loud? You sounded like an obscene phone call.”
“I’ve never gotten an obscene phone call.”
“It’s a dying art.”
Bliss sat down in a lawn chair. She had no idea what to do with her hands. “Hey, could you give me a ride home? My car’s kinda… unbought.”
“Sure thing. Just hand me a towel and my clothes. They’re in the azaleas.”
Bliss gave Holly a towel and turned away as she used it. She’d never been this shy in the locker room, but that was before… and now, knowing about Holly and Eva, it was like finding out your parents put quarters under your bed instead of the tooth fairy.
“Bruises aren’t that yuck-o, are they?” Holly asked, drying her face.
Bliss held her clothes out like they were radioactive. “I just didn’t know that you and Eva were” porking “dating.”
Holly laughed. “In New Zealand, we just call it fucking.” She pulled a shirt on and hopped into her pants and Bliss could look at her again. “Eva’s like a rite of passage that you get to keep taking. You’re not a real derby girl until you’ve spent a night in the hot tub with her.”
“But what if you’re straight?”
Holly looked at her, frozen. ”Umm… I think one of the Fight Attendants is straight.”
“Despite my best efforts.” Eva returned, wearing a bathrobe. It fell open. Bliss’s feelings on that, and the inventor of contact lenses, were muddled. “Relax, Barbie, it’s all good. You don’t have to be a dyke to play roller derby.”
“But it helps,” Holly added impishly.
***
Bliss was bursting to talk about the episode, once it was over, so she actually looked forward to her afternoon shift. As they wiped down the customer-less diner for the umpteenth time, she told Pash everything.
“Wow,” her friend said, leaning on a broom. “You had Jaeger?”
“Yes, it was before the Sapphic orgy, remember?”
Birdman looked up from the inventory he was taking. They waved to him.
“I don’t want to make any generalizations, but you don’t strap on fishnets and knock other women around if you’re only into missionary position for procreation.”
“I lost my virginity in a pool,” Bliss muttered.
“So how effective is chlorine at birth control?”
***
On days when Pash was doing Pash things, Bliss liked to take the bingo bus to hang out at Smashley’s whole foods store. Smashley showed her the ins and outs; she was pretty sure she could get Bliss a job there when she started college.
Bliss sat on a check-out counter, playing with a scanner like it was a six-shooter. It was a slow day. “Hey, this is a funny question, but have you and Eva ever…” Bliss formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand into a circle and poked her right forefinger into it.
“Poked our fingers in and out of hand-circles? No, we were too busy—“ Smashley made a V with her fingers and licked wildly between it.
Bliss felt something tingling way down in her gut. Smashley had a very long tongue.
“Gotcha,” she said, blasting Smashley with the scanner.
“Oh, and a little of this.” Smashley wrapped her hand-circle around her wrist, then moved her fist around.
“Oh. Damn.”
“It’s okay, she has lube. Long fingers, but lots and lots of lube.”
***
Even if Pash wasn’t doing Pash things, Bliss never missed Pizza Night at Double Dave’s. Both because the entire team was there, and because of the pizza rolls, which Smashley accurately described as orgasms with grease (Or, as Rosa put it, orgasms with more grease).
“Being in roller derby does not make you gay,” Maggie said in full den mother voice, like when she told the Mansons that dropkicks weren’t allowed.
“You’re right, it makes you bisexual,” Bliss groused.
The other Hurl Scouts opened their mouths to contribute, but Maggie raised her hand for silence.
“Ryan, you wanna play at the arcade?”
Her son nodded giddily. Maggie gave him a ten-spot and sent him on his way.
“I’ll take that deal too,” Razor said.
They gave him a fiver.
“Carry on.”
Rosa was first past the starting line. “Ruthless, if you don’t want Eva to seduce you, I know where you can get a chastity belt, cheap.”
“No, you have to have sex with Eva,” Smashley chimed in. “Anything else would be like me not eating this slice of pineapple pizza in front of me.” She crammed it into her mouth. “Mmmm! So good!”
“That sums it up for me as well,” Holly said. “And now I’m hungry.”
“Maggie?” Bliss asked in a slightly pleading tone.
“Well… if you like orgasms…”
So, at least it was unanimous.
***
“Dad? How did you know you were attracted to Mom?”
“Wasn’t that hard, Blister. Once I counted and realized I’d gone three days without thinking of anything else, it seemed pretty obvious.”
“Thanks, Dad. That helps a lot.”
***
Razor was pretty insistent (read: loud) on the team meeting up at least once every two weeks even though it was the off-season. Bliss could’ve kissed him for it, if her tastes didn’t seem to be running in an independent film direction at the moment. It would’ve sucked to have to go cold turkey from roller derby for the rest of the year.
Then Eva hit the track and hot damn, she skated like it should be a crime. Bliss hadn’t noticed in their match last year, but then she hadn’t been paying attention. Eva sped up with single-minded determination, not a motion wasted in her leg muscles, then she curled around the bends like a soft exhale. And grinded to a stop beside Bliss, who hurriedly returned to lacing her skates. “Hey Barbie. How’s tricks?”
“You know… school, work, movie night.”
“Is that how you unwind? Movie night?”
Bliss suddenly needed an iron lung to keep breathing. “Not all the time.”
“You wanna do a jam? Wind you up a little for movie night?”
“Yeah… yeah, sure.”
Catcalls and wolf-whistles filled the rink as Eva and Bliss lined up next to each other. Bliss felt her heart making an escape attempt, her eyes sneaking to Eva’s body whenever they could. This wasn’t a crush, that was so freshman year. This was lust, adult and uncompromising.
“Ready to play?” Eva asked, smile wide but not sunny.
Bliss felt a swell of confidence. It was the rink. No one could beat her in the rink.
Eva counted them down, voice purring from three to one, and they jammed. Bliss was faster out of the gate, zooming ahead like the air was jumping out of her way. Her only warning that Eva was catching up was the stare she felt on her ass. Then Eva swooped by, cutting so close to the inside of the track that it could’ve bit her. Bliss overcranked her limbs until she had caught up to Eva. As they passed, she goosed the blonde. Eva gave her an appraising look as they skated neck and neck. “Now I’m real interested in how you unwind, Barbie.”
Bliss heard herself say “Maybe a warm bath.”
“With a hot blonde?” Eva was keeping pace, making Bliss work for it.
They tucked into a curve and Bliss’s feet slipped out from under her as she remembered Eva and Holly, as ferocious in bed (or hot tub) as they were on the track. Eva crashed into her and they sprawled, Eva on top and not looking like she was moving. “If you like getting wet, and,” her thigh stroked Bliss, “I know you do, maybe you can come to the party at my place. It’s very exclusive.”
“Look, Eva,” Hearing her tone, Eva let Bliss up, “You’re… you know you’re awesome, but I’m not sure—“
“Come over to my place. I’ll make you sure.”
***
After scrimmage they got into Eva’s car. Eva looked at Bliss, a bit surprised to find her there. Surprised and pleased.
“Isn’t it a school night?”
“I’ll play hooky. Look, I figure… if I’m gay, then I’ll be kicking myself for not hopping in bed with you. And if I’m not, this’ll make one hot story to tell my boy-mate.” A second later, Bliss got around to wincing.
Luckily, Eva didn’t seem to hold it against her. “Yeah, I’m pretty much why Smashley is getting married. And yet no invitation.”
“Smashley didn’t invite you to her wedding?”
“No, her honeymoon.”
As they skipped from light to light, Bliss put her hand on Eva’s thigh and squeezed. She hoped she didn’t do it too hard. When Eva smiled, Bliss moved her hand upward until the frayed denim of Eva’s jean cut-offs tickled her hand. After three stops where Bliss’s hand didn’t go any further, just massaged gently, Eva picked it up and held it between them.
“If you want, I could just tell everyone we had sex. You don’t have to go through with it.”
“No.” Bliss looked at Eva again. Her pert, but shapely breasts. Her long, swimmer’s body. The platinum-blonde hair that she’d love to smell. “No, I want to.”
Eva moved Bliss’s hand under her shirt, to her sports bra. Moaned when she squeezed. “If you’re not a dyke, you do a damn fine impersonation.”
“Thanks,” Bliss squeezed harder, “Eva.”
Eva turned onto an apartment block. “Say my name again.”
“Eva…” Bliss whispered breathily. She was relieved when Eva didn’t bust out laughing.
“You like fucking?” Eva asked soberly, and Bliss giggled. Just, hearing that word so completely bald-faced, the way it was meant to be said…
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, you’re going to know so.”
Bliss brought her hand away. Eva parked. Didn’t shut off the engine. The cool vibration seeped in their bodies. Bliss pretended it had a direct line to her heart, revving it up. Eva’s callused hand, so fascinating hard, traveled over Bliss’s face. She felt her heart beat, supercharged.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
“No,” Bliss admitted. She tried to seem knowledgeable, casting back to that Harry Potter fanfic she’d read where Narcissa and Bellatrix were a couple. “It’s softer than a boy, right?”
“Yeah, right,” Eva enunciated dryly, before kissing Bliss. Bliss had the impression of being entangled in Eva, even though only their lips were touching. They fit together, however strangely, and Bliss’s heart pounded in her ears and between her legs, a curiously liquid throbbing she’d never felt before. It felt right. Bliss didn’t touch herself often, but she felt the urge to now. She felt the urge to let Eva do it for her.
“That wasn’t soft,” Bliss said when it was over. She had to say something.
“No,” Eva smirked. Her callused hand returned, petting Bliss’s mousy brown hair. “You ready?”
Bliss could only nod.
The hotel manager thankfully didn’t look up from his paperback as they swept in, and the lobby was deserted at mid-day. They got into the elevator and went to the fourth floor. Bliss tried to take the initiative, steal another kiss like a swig from a bottle of pilfered scotch, but Eva froze her with a look.
“Security camera,” she said. “You wanna end up on Youtube?”
Bliss shook her head.
Finally they reached the floor, then the room. Eva’s apartment was surprisingly clean. You would’ve suspected Ward Cleaver lived there if it weren’t for the posters on the wall. Pin-ups of Megan Fox, bands she’d only heard of on MySpace, a centerfold of two women offering their breasts to the camera.
“Care for a drink?” Eva asked, carefully stowing her gear in the closet before taking off her shoes. “Bite to eat?”
“No, I…” Bliss broke off her breaking off, turning it into just a long pause. “I’m way too horny.”
“I know the feeling,” Eva said, losing her jacket, leaving just a ridden-up white tee and a set of well-loved Daisy Dukes between Bliss and her fantasy. “First girl I ever fucked spent maybe two hours on second base. It got old.”
Bliss toed off her shoes. Pulled off her blouse. Pulled down her shorts. Her bra and panties felt electric. She remembered how Oliver had looked at her when she’d been this naked. Eva wasn’t like that. It wasn’t love in her eyes, it was an artful appreciation, like Bliss was a delicious steak she was about to tuck into. But there was also a tenderness there, an acknowledgment that once, Eva had been the one shivering in her underwear, wondering what to do.
Eva got closer, taking a hit from her flask. “Just in case you haven’t seen me in the rink, sweet and soft isn’t my thing.”
“I already tried that,” Bliss replied, sounding tough. Feeling tough. “It cost me a Stryper T-shirt.”
“Those guys rock.” And they were kissing again. This time Eva touched Bliss, fondling her ass through the cotton panties, caressing her back and stroking her hair and generally setting her on fire. There was a swagger in her movements, a pride. She was Bliss’s first and they both knew it.
Bliss heard her bra open. It had never seemed so loud in the privacy of her own room. They separated, Eva pulling the bra away from her. Tossing it aside. Bliss didn’t know what to do with her arms, her body, how you were supposed to make your breasts look good when you were standing in someone else’s apartment. It wasn’t a category at Miss Blue Bonnet.
She kissed Eva again, surprised at her own lust. Her hands circled Eva’s body, confirming her ass felt as nice as it looked, then she buried her face between Eva’s breasts. Eva made a throaty sound that Bliss fell in love with. She pushed Bliss back, holding her at arm’s length, fingers buried in her shoulders to hold her still.
“You wanna take my clothes off or should I?”
Bliss’s mouth was dry. Good God, this was serious. This was really happening. “You can.”
Eva ushered Bliss down onto the couch, set her flask down on the coffee table, then twisted out of her clothes. She wasn’t the least bit self-conscious, and only a little flashy. Not a stripper, but someone who thought of their body as a gift and unwrapped it before giving it away. Then she stood there, bruise like a beauty mark on her hip, breasts proud, hips canted, looking like an action figure or something.
“You wanna—“
“Fuck me,” Bliss pleaded. They’d spoken at the same time. She moved to pull down her panties, add weight to her words.
“No,” Eva said. “Those are mine.”
It was a corny line, but Bliss felt herself getting wet from hearing it, the itchy sensation in her pussy returning full-force. She sat back and waited, her breathing ragged.
Eva took another hit from the flask, offered it—Bliss shook her head—and then she tilted it with lavished slowness until the cold whiskey was pouring out over Bliss’s chest. Bliss’s breathing problem got worse as her breasts were covered. She had to pull her mouth open just to get enough air. Then Eva set the flask aside—she didn’t close it—and began to lick the whiskey from Bliss’s body.
Eva’s tongue looked dainty when she concentrated, letting it poke through her gritted teeth, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like Eva was caressing her with her tongue, rubbing warmth into her flesh, replacing the cool liquid with a burning want all over her skin. Bliss’s body was crying out for more, Bliss pulled Eva into a kiss that tasted of Jack Daniels—forbidden, intoxicating, other such metaphors—and for her trouble she got a scraped knee scratching at her cunt. Bliss moaned… she’d never actually moaned before, not while masturbating, not with Ollie, never… and laid back down, offering herself to Eva. She was eagerly accepted.
In the fanfic, Bellatrix had loved it when Narcissa talked dirty. Bliss latched onto Eva’s hair and forced her back to sucking at her breasts. “More, give me your tongue, give me all of it, I need it!” Bliss was interrupted by Eva kissing her again, this time with those callused hands groping her breasts hard enough to bruise. “Fuck me!” Bliss gritted out. “Fuck me with that lesbian tongue!"
“Lesbian tongue?” Eva shook her head. “You kids.” She looked down at Bliss’s nipples, which had long ago hardened into diamonds. “I think we’ve rounded that base. Ready for third?”
Bliss was too breathless to do more than nod.
Eva picked up the flask again—Bliss shuddered like Pavlov’s dog hearing a bell—took a slug, then poured it out onto Bliss’s panties. Bliss actually cried out—“Oh shit!”, original—as the whiskey washed over her sensitive clit, her enflamed labia. It also turned her panties pretty much translucent. Eva’s eyes devoured the sight like her mouth was about to.
“Move over,” Eva ordered, nodding her head to the other side of the couch.
Bliss wiggled over, leaning back on her elbows. Eva crawled over the cushions on all fours, then pulled Bliss’s soaked panties off—“Hope you do your own laundry, or this is going to take some serious explanation”—and worked Bliss’s legs over her hunched shoulders. Bliss felt completely displayed, completely exposed, but also safe and accepted. She knew this would feel good. She knew this was what she wanted.
Eva bent down and Bliss quivered as she was tasted, the whiskey sucked away from her skin. She had to rest her head against the arm-rest just to get through it. Then Eva began to devour her. She lapped at Bliss, sweeping her tongue over Bliss’s lips and clit so fast and so repeatedly that it was like a chain reaction had been set off. Her head bobbed between Bliss’s legs and she found that sight more erotic than nudity.
And the sound of the tongue working through her, the lewd slurping noises, Bliss’s own uncontrollable gasps… she had to shake, to squirm, like she was trying to escape even though that was the last thing she wanted. Her thighs clenched around Eva’s head and her fingers clasped in her blonde hair. Her clit felt freakishly big, like it was swelling from all the attention it was receiving, and Eva’s slurping just got louder and louder. The blonde moaned, “mmm,” like it was too delicious to keep quiet. Then Bliss smelled her own cunt, vulgar, overpowering, and everything that’d been building inside her broke free. She thought she was going to faint.
Hours later, wrung out, fraying like ropes pulled taut too long, Bliss opened her eyes.
“I think I could use a drink.”
“You should,” Eva said, offering her the flask. “Gotta replenish those fluids.”
Bliss blushed as she took a sip. It wasn’t much, just enough to leave permanent scorch marks on her throat, but it made Eva’s grin widen. She went off and before Bliss could grow too self-conscious, she came back with two robes. Bliss put hers on, grateful that Eva hadn’t made her ask.
For a good fifteen minutes they sat there, not cuddling, but allowing something to pass between them. Bliss let the thoughts bouncing around her skull get sorted, let the excitement fade, leaving only a grin on her face. It was like her first game. Indescribable. Just the memory was enough to get her hot again, warmth kneading her flesh as she traced it with her fingers, letting the robe open, feeling her own powerful fingers on her skin—
“Ready for more?” Eva asked, cracking her neck.
“Yeah.”
“Strip, I’ll teach you how to eat pussy for fun and profit.”
Bliss gleefully left the robe on the couch. All her nervousness had imploded, leaving just the heat begging to be fanned into a flame.
Eva pressed her down to her knees like a goddess demanding worship, then stood in front of Bliss and spread herself with her fingers. Bliss had never seen a vagina so close. It seemed different than hers, somehow, but also like some alien lifeform, something that lived at the bottom of the sea or on that island Darwin went to. There were a few piercings too, which stung Bliss’s tongue when she licked them.
Just the idea was humbling enough—she was licking a woman’s pussy, she was doing it like a lesbian—but the sensations were absolutely overwhelming. It felt like nothing else, it tasted like nothing else, it smelled… a little like oysters, actually, but in a good way.
“A for effort,” Eva said, voice just starting to be weighted down by lust. “Take it slow. Slow and steady wins the race. Find out where it’s good and get yourself a taste. Then I’ll come for you. I’ll come all over you.”
That shouldn’t have sounded as good as it did.
Eva finished another slug from her flask. “What’s the hold-up, Barbie? Bit off more than you could chew?”
Bliss nibbled a little on her folds. Eva laughed and took another shot, poured it out on her belly so the whiskey flowed down to Bliss’s desperate tongue. It took twice as long as Eva had, working out all the hot spots, getting down a rhythm, then learning how to throw that out the window and make her scream, but finally Bliss tasted something headier than whiskey on her tongue.
Eva sagged into the chair, her entire body painted red. She ran her hand over her bruise like she needed the pain to ease her down. “Good girl. You really earned that Malibu Dream House.”
Bliss had once been annoyed by that Barbie nickname. It seemed like a long time ago. She curled up on the couch, not caring how naked she was. “Hey, what’s your real name?”
“Evelyn. You?”
“Bliss.”
”Cute name.”
“Thanks.” Bliss looked at the clock. People were definitely worried by now. She folded her arms around herself like she could hug the memories and sex to her chest. In a few minutes, she’d get dressed, primp herself, go home. For now, it could wait. She wasn’t getting in any less trouble, after all.
***
As it turned out, there wasn’t much trouble to get into. Her parents had gone to see a road show production of Wicked and when they got back, Bliss had already gotten home and watched Scrubs. They asked the responsible questions and she dutifully lied.
In bed, she felt mostly pleased. She’d had sex with a virtual stranger, who had ovaries. She could live with that. It was all good.
In the morning, she got a call from Smashley. “Did she do that thing with her tongue?”
“She did a lot of things with her tongue.”
They chatted until Bliss realized that she was being checked up on, and assured Smashley she wasn’t in love with Eva or anything stupid like that. Smashley invited her to hit up the Drafthouse with some other roller girls after work. Bliss agreed readily. Then she wondered if it’d be cool to bring Pash as her date.
Where the hell had that come from??
thrace_. You're welcome.Title: Roller Girls Do It With Whips
Fandom: Whip It
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,661
Characters/Pairings: Bliss/Eva Destruction, Eva/Bloody Holly, Eva/everybody
Summary: You’re not a real derby girl until you’ve been in the hot tub with Eva Destruction. It’s a rule.
Bliss is thirteen the first time she kisses someone. It’s a sleepover with Corbi. Their mothers are best friends, which means they’re best friends. It was either that, or sustain a rivalry throughout their moms’ drawn-out teas and chats and Bible studies. Friendship is a lot easier.
When Bliss’s father wins a weekend for two in Vegas, Corbi’s mother shrieks with pleasure at the news. “Of course, little Bliss can stay at our place!”
And it’s settled. They’re having a sleepover.
Corbi has a pretty pathetic VHS collection, but when her parents go out for prayer group, Corbi shows Bliss her older brother’s stash of horror films. They watch two before they’re scared enough to sleep with the closet light on. Bliss watches Corbi sleep, still looking like a pageant queen even as she yawns, and goes to use the bathroom. When she comes back, Corbi is awake, cold sweat dotting her forehead. A nightmare. Bliss pats her hair a few times and then kisses her.
Corbi gives her a look like she’s been infected with something, then she pushes Bliss and tells her to stay in her own bed or she’s telling. Better yet, sleep on the couch.
The next morning, they’re not friends anymore. Spending the rest of the weekend together is enough to turn them into bitter enemies.
***
When she was eighteen, Bliss woke up blurry enough that she wouldn’t be surprised if she were back in Corbi’s bunk bed. It was like Pash said. “Jaeger is the skanky drink of choice for impatient winos.” She was in Johnny Hot Tub’s pad, or at least property, she was pretty sure Smashley had said something about Johnny living out of some sort of van. Possibly a Winnebago. Yeah, that sounded about right.
Bliss got up, feeling pretty stupid. She’d fallen asleep at a party, what a dork move. And God help her if the Holy Rollers had found her. They’d probably air-mail her to Timbuktu, or whatever the 21st century version of that was. Fed-ex her to Somalia? Whatever.
Bliss found a toilet to vomit in, washed up, and made the snap decision that she would stick with Jell-O shots from now on. Then she wondered around a bit, looking for someone to give her a ride home. Her own car was a couple dozen shifts at the Oink Joint away.
The place was deserted, all the vampires fleeing the rising sun. Even Johnny had given up on getting into the hot tub. Which was, coincidentally enough, where Bliss found Eva Destruction sprawled out like a queen on her throne. A badass, no-king queen, like Elizabeth I. Eva was jerking back and forth like she was riding an electric bull, arms curled tightly around the lip of the tub, flask white-knuckled in her hand. Something about the sight of Eva gyrating in place made Bliss hold back, keep watching but only from a distance.
“Fuck,” Eva breathed, satisfied. Her bra was heaving and she writhed violently every few seconds, moaning, then groaning, then her eyes closing as she let out another blissful sigh. “Fuuuck.”
She took a slug from the flask, another blissful sigh. Bliss found something intensely… intense about how she drank, her throat working the homemade brew down like it was sugar water. It was so Texan, in the cowboy way, not the high school football way.
“You’ve got a sweet mouth. A sweet fucking mouth…”
Suddenly, Bloody Holly popped out of the water in front of Eva. Bliss could see every muscle in her whipcord-thin back; not even a bra strap covered it. She actually took cover, hiding behind a sofa. And she kept watching.
“Fuck,” Eva said for a third time, offering the breathless Holly a hit from her flask. Once, Eva had blocked Bliss so hard she’d seen stars. She was smiling like that now. “I’d say you earned this.”
“Damn straight,” Holly said, knocking back a hardcore slug.
Water ran down a nasty bruise on Holly’s back. Eva tweaked it as she caressed her skin.
Holly pulled at Eva’s bra top. “Now didn’t you lure me into your bed with promises of massaging jets?”
“Mmm.” Eva took the flask back. “Let me go get a refill. Then we can talk.”
Eva got out of the tub and no, she wasn’t wearing any pants. Bliss blinked, hard. She thought you were supposed to see pink elephants when you were drunk, not pink triangles.
“Alright, you can come out now, she’s gone,” Holly called, sinking under the water enough to give herself some modesty.
Bliss focused on not squeaking as she left the house. “I wasn’t going to blackmail you or anything. I just woke up from a Jaeger coma and… you look great, by the way.”
“Thanks. And if you do ever need to get blackmail material on someone, try not to breathe so loud? You sounded like an obscene phone call.”
“I’ve never gotten an obscene phone call.”
“It’s a dying art.”
Bliss sat down in a lawn chair. She had no idea what to do with her hands. “Hey, could you give me a ride home? My car’s kinda… unbought.”
“Sure thing. Just hand me a towel and my clothes. They’re in the azaleas.”
Bliss gave Holly a towel and turned away as she used it. She’d never been this shy in the locker room, but that was before… and now, knowing about Holly and Eva, it was like finding out your parents put quarters under your bed instead of the tooth fairy.
“Bruises aren’t that yuck-o, are they?” Holly asked, drying her face.
Bliss held her clothes out like they were radioactive. “I just didn’t know that you and Eva were” porking “dating.”
Holly laughed. “In New Zealand, we just call it fucking.” She pulled a shirt on and hopped into her pants and Bliss could look at her again. “Eva’s like a rite of passage that you get to keep taking. You’re not a real derby girl until you’ve spent a night in the hot tub with her.”
“But what if you’re straight?”
Holly looked at her, frozen. ”Umm… I think one of the Fight Attendants is straight.”
“Despite my best efforts.” Eva returned, wearing a bathrobe. It fell open. Bliss’s feelings on that, and the inventor of contact lenses, were muddled. “Relax, Barbie, it’s all good. You don’t have to be a dyke to play roller derby.”
“But it helps,” Holly added impishly.
***
Bliss was bursting to talk about the episode, once it was over, so she actually looked forward to her afternoon shift. As they wiped down the customer-less diner for the umpteenth time, she told Pash everything.
“Wow,” her friend said, leaning on a broom. “You had Jaeger?”
“Yes, it was before the Sapphic orgy, remember?”
Birdman looked up from the inventory he was taking. They waved to him.
“I don’t want to make any generalizations, but you don’t strap on fishnets and knock other women around if you’re only into missionary position for procreation.”
“I lost my virginity in a pool,” Bliss muttered.
“So how effective is chlorine at birth control?”
***
On days when Pash was doing Pash things, Bliss liked to take the bingo bus to hang out at Smashley’s whole foods store. Smashley showed her the ins and outs; she was pretty sure she could get Bliss a job there when she started college.
Bliss sat on a check-out counter, playing with a scanner like it was a six-shooter. It was a slow day. “Hey, this is a funny question, but have you and Eva ever…” Bliss formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand into a circle and poked her right forefinger into it.
“Poked our fingers in and out of hand-circles? No, we were too busy—“ Smashley made a V with her fingers and licked wildly between it.
Bliss felt something tingling way down in her gut. Smashley had a very long tongue.
“Gotcha,” she said, blasting Smashley with the scanner.
“Oh, and a little of this.” Smashley wrapped her hand-circle around her wrist, then moved her fist around.
“Oh. Damn.”
“It’s okay, she has lube. Long fingers, but lots and lots of lube.”
***
Even if Pash wasn’t doing Pash things, Bliss never missed Pizza Night at Double Dave’s. Both because the entire team was there, and because of the pizza rolls, which Smashley accurately described as orgasms with grease (Or, as Rosa put it, orgasms with more grease).
“Being in roller derby does not make you gay,” Maggie said in full den mother voice, like when she told the Mansons that dropkicks weren’t allowed.
“You’re right, it makes you bisexual,” Bliss groused.
The other Hurl Scouts opened their mouths to contribute, but Maggie raised her hand for silence.
“Ryan, you wanna play at the arcade?”
Her son nodded giddily. Maggie gave him a ten-spot and sent him on his way.
“I’ll take that deal too,” Razor said.
They gave him a fiver.
“Carry on.”
Rosa was first past the starting line. “Ruthless, if you don’t want Eva to seduce you, I know where you can get a chastity belt, cheap.”
“No, you have to have sex with Eva,” Smashley chimed in. “Anything else would be like me not eating this slice of pineapple pizza in front of me.” She crammed it into her mouth. “Mmmm! So good!”
“That sums it up for me as well,” Holly said. “And now I’m hungry.”
“Maggie?” Bliss asked in a slightly pleading tone.
“Well… if you like orgasms…”
So, at least it was unanimous.
***
“Dad? How did you know you were attracted to Mom?”
“Wasn’t that hard, Blister. Once I counted and realized I’d gone three days without thinking of anything else, it seemed pretty obvious.”
“Thanks, Dad. That helps a lot.”
***
Razor was pretty insistent (read: loud) on the team meeting up at least once every two weeks even though it was the off-season. Bliss could’ve kissed him for it, if her tastes didn’t seem to be running in an independent film direction at the moment. It would’ve sucked to have to go cold turkey from roller derby for the rest of the year.
Then Eva hit the track and hot damn, she skated like it should be a crime. Bliss hadn’t noticed in their match last year, but then she hadn’t been paying attention. Eva sped up with single-minded determination, not a motion wasted in her leg muscles, then she curled around the bends like a soft exhale. And grinded to a stop beside Bliss, who hurriedly returned to lacing her skates. “Hey Barbie. How’s tricks?”
“You know… school, work, movie night.”
“Is that how you unwind? Movie night?”
Bliss suddenly needed an iron lung to keep breathing. “Not all the time.”
“You wanna do a jam? Wind you up a little for movie night?”
“Yeah… yeah, sure.”
Catcalls and wolf-whistles filled the rink as Eva and Bliss lined up next to each other. Bliss felt her heart making an escape attempt, her eyes sneaking to Eva’s body whenever they could. This wasn’t a crush, that was so freshman year. This was lust, adult and uncompromising.
“Ready to play?” Eva asked, smile wide but not sunny.
Bliss felt a swell of confidence. It was the rink. No one could beat her in the rink.
Eva counted them down, voice purring from three to one, and they jammed. Bliss was faster out of the gate, zooming ahead like the air was jumping out of her way. Her only warning that Eva was catching up was the stare she felt on her ass. Then Eva swooped by, cutting so close to the inside of the track that it could’ve bit her. Bliss overcranked her limbs until she had caught up to Eva. As they passed, she goosed the blonde. Eva gave her an appraising look as they skated neck and neck. “Now I’m real interested in how you unwind, Barbie.”
Bliss heard herself say “Maybe a warm bath.”
“With a hot blonde?” Eva was keeping pace, making Bliss work for it.
They tucked into a curve and Bliss’s feet slipped out from under her as she remembered Eva and Holly, as ferocious in bed (or hot tub) as they were on the track. Eva crashed into her and they sprawled, Eva on top and not looking like she was moving. “If you like getting wet, and,” her thigh stroked Bliss, “I know you do, maybe you can come to the party at my place. It’s very exclusive.”
“Look, Eva,” Hearing her tone, Eva let Bliss up, “You’re… you know you’re awesome, but I’m not sure—“
“Come over to my place. I’ll make you sure.”
***
After scrimmage they got into Eva’s car. Eva looked at Bliss, a bit surprised to find her there. Surprised and pleased.
“Isn’t it a school night?”
“I’ll play hooky. Look, I figure… if I’m gay, then I’ll be kicking myself for not hopping in bed with you. And if I’m not, this’ll make one hot story to tell my boy-mate.” A second later, Bliss got around to wincing.
Luckily, Eva didn’t seem to hold it against her. “Yeah, I’m pretty much why Smashley is getting married. And yet no invitation.”
“Smashley didn’t invite you to her wedding?”
“No, her honeymoon.”
As they skipped from light to light, Bliss put her hand on Eva’s thigh and squeezed. She hoped she didn’t do it too hard. When Eva smiled, Bliss moved her hand upward until the frayed denim of Eva’s jean cut-offs tickled her hand. After three stops where Bliss’s hand didn’t go any further, just massaged gently, Eva picked it up and held it between them.
“If you want, I could just tell everyone we had sex. You don’t have to go through with it.”
“No.” Bliss looked at Eva again. Her pert, but shapely breasts. Her long, swimmer’s body. The platinum-blonde hair that she’d love to smell. “No, I want to.”
Eva moved Bliss’s hand under her shirt, to her sports bra. Moaned when she squeezed. “If you’re not a dyke, you do a damn fine impersonation.”
“Thanks,” Bliss squeezed harder, “Eva.”
Eva turned onto an apartment block. “Say my name again.”
“Eva…” Bliss whispered breathily. She was relieved when Eva didn’t bust out laughing.
“You like fucking?” Eva asked soberly, and Bliss giggled. Just, hearing that word so completely bald-faced, the way it was meant to be said…
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, you’re going to know so.”
Bliss brought her hand away. Eva parked. Didn’t shut off the engine. The cool vibration seeped in their bodies. Bliss pretended it had a direct line to her heart, revving it up. Eva’s callused hand, so fascinating hard, traveled over Bliss’s face. She felt her heart beat, supercharged.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
“No,” Bliss admitted. She tried to seem knowledgeable, casting back to that Harry Potter fanfic she’d read where Narcissa and Bellatrix were a couple. “It’s softer than a boy, right?”
“Yeah, right,” Eva enunciated dryly, before kissing Bliss. Bliss had the impression of being entangled in Eva, even though only their lips were touching. They fit together, however strangely, and Bliss’s heart pounded in her ears and between her legs, a curiously liquid throbbing she’d never felt before. It felt right. Bliss didn’t touch herself often, but she felt the urge to now. She felt the urge to let Eva do it for her.
“That wasn’t soft,” Bliss said when it was over. She had to say something.
“No,” Eva smirked. Her callused hand returned, petting Bliss’s mousy brown hair. “You ready?”
Bliss could only nod.
The hotel manager thankfully didn’t look up from his paperback as they swept in, and the lobby was deserted at mid-day. They got into the elevator and went to the fourth floor. Bliss tried to take the initiative, steal another kiss like a swig from a bottle of pilfered scotch, but Eva froze her with a look.
“Security camera,” she said. “You wanna end up on Youtube?”
Bliss shook her head.
Finally they reached the floor, then the room. Eva’s apartment was surprisingly clean. You would’ve suspected Ward Cleaver lived there if it weren’t for the posters on the wall. Pin-ups of Megan Fox, bands she’d only heard of on MySpace, a centerfold of two women offering their breasts to the camera.
“Care for a drink?” Eva asked, carefully stowing her gear in the closet before taking off her shoes. “Bite to eat?”
“No, I…” Bliss broke off her breaking off, turning it into just a long pause. “I’m way too horny.”
“I know the feeling,” Eva said, losing her jacket, leaving just a ridden-up white tee and a set of well-loved Daisy Dukes between Bliss and her fantasy. “First girl I ever fucked spent maybe two hours on second base. It got old.”
Bliss toed off her shoes. Pulled off her blouse. Pulled down her shorts. Her bra and panties felt electric. She remembered how Oliver had looked at her when she’d been this naked. Eva wasn’t like that. It wasn’t love in her eyes, it was an artful appreciation, like Bliss was a delicious steak she was about to tuck into. But there was also a tenderness there, an acknowledgment that once, Eva had been the one shivering in her underwear, wondering what to do.
Eva got closer, taking a hit from her flask. “Just in case you haven’t seen me in the rink, sweet and soft isn’t my thing.”
“I already tried that,” Bliss replied, sounding tough. Feeling tough. “It cost me a Stryper T-shirt.”
“Those guys rock.” And they were kissing again. This time Eva touched Bliss, fondling her ass through the cotton panties, caressing her back and stroking her hair and generally setting her on fire. There was a swagger in her movements, a pride. She was Bliss’s first and they both knew it.
Bliss heard her bra open. It had never seemed so loud in the privacy of her own room. They separated, Eva pulling the bra away from her. Tossing it aside. Bliss didn’t know what to do with her arms, her body, how you were supposed to make your breasts look good when you were standing in someone else’s apartment. It wasn’t a category at Miss Blue Bonnet.
She kissed Eva again, surprised at her own lust. Her hands circled Eva’s body, confirming her ass felt as nice as it looked, then she buried her face between Eva’s breasts. Eva made a throaty sound that Bliss fell in love with. She pushed Bliss back, holding her at arm’s length, fingers buried in her shoulders to hold her still.
“You wanna take my clothes off or should I?”
Bliss’s mouth was dry. Good God, this was serious. This was really happening. “You can.”
Eva ushered Bliss down onto the couch, set her flask down on the coffee table, then twisted out of her clothes. She wasn’t the least bit self-conscious, and only a little flashy. Not a stripper, but someone who thought of their body as a gift and unwrapped it before giving it away. Then she stood there, bruise like a beauty mark on her hip, breasts proud, hips canted, looking like an action figure or something.
“You wanna—“
“Fuck me,” Bliss pleaded. They’d spoken at the same time. She moved to pull down her panties, add weight to her words.
“No,” Eva said. “Those are mine.”
It was a corny line, but Bliss felt herself getting wet from hearing it, the itchy sensation in her pussy returning full-force. She sat back and waited, her breathing ragged.
Eva took another hit from the flask, offered it—Bliss shook her head—and then she tilted it with lavished slowness until the cold whiskey was pouring out over Bliss’s chest. Bliss’s breathing problem got worse as her breasts were covered. She had to pull her mouth open just to get enough air. Then Eva set the flask aside—she didn’t close it—and began to lick the whiskey from Bliss’s body.
Eva’s tongue looked dainty when she concentrated, letting it poke through her gritted teeth, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like Eva was caressing her with her tongue, rubbing warmth into her flesh, replacing the cool liquid with a burning want all over her skin. Bliss’s body was crying out for more, Bliss pulled Eva into a kiss that tasted of Jack Daniels—forbidden, intoxicating, other such metaphors—and for her trouble she got a scraped knee scratching at her cunt. Bliss moaned… she’d never actually moaned before, not while masturbating, not with Ollie, never… and laid back down, offering herself to Eva. She was eagerly accepted.
In the fanfic, Bellatrix had loved it when Narcissa talked dirty. Bliss latched onto Eva’s hair and forced her back to sucking at her breasts. “More, give me your tongue, give me all of it, I need it!” Bliss was interrupted by Eva kissing her again, this time with those callused hands groping her breasts hard enough to bruise. “Fuck me!” Bliss gritted out. “Fuck me with that lesbian tongue!"
“Lesbian tongue?” Eva shook her head. “You kids.” She looked down at Bliss’s nipples, which had long ago hardened into diamonds. “I think we’ve rounded that base. Ready for third?”
Bliss was too breathless to do more than nod.
Eva picked up the flask again—Bliss shuddered like Pavlov’s dog hearing a bell—took a slug, then poured it out onto Bliss’s panties. Bliss actually cried out—“Oh shit!”, original—as the whiskey washed over her sensitive clit, her enflamed labia. It also turned her panties pretty much translucent. Eva’s eyes devoured the sight like her mouth was about to.
“Move over,” Eva ordered, nodding her head to the other side of the couch.
Bliss wiggled over, leaning back on her elbows. Eva crawled over the cushions on all fours, then pulled Bliss’s soaked panties off—“Hope you do your own laundry, or this is going to take some serious explanation”—and worked Bliss’s legs over her hunched shoulders. Bliss felt completely displayed, completely exposed, but also safe and accepted. She knew this would feel good. She knew this was what she wanted.
Eva bent down and Bliss quivered as she was tasted, the whiskey sucked away from her skin. She had to rest her head against the arm-rest just to get through it. Then Eva began to devour her. She lapped at Bliss, sweeping her tongue over Bliss’s lips and clit so fast and so repeatedly that it was like a chain reaction had been set off. Her head bobbed between Bliss’s legs and she found that sight more erotic than nudity.
And the sound of the tongue working through her, the lewd slurping noises, Bliss’s own uncontrollable gasps… she had to shake, to squirm, like she was trying to escape even though that was the last thing she wanted. Her thighs clenched around Eva’s head and her fingers clasped in her blonde hair. Her clit felt freakishly big, like it was swelling from all the attention it was receiving, and Eva’s slurping just got louder and louder. The blonde moaned, “mmm,” like it was too delicious to keep quiet. Then Bliss smelled her own cunt, vulgar, overpowering, and everything that’d been building inside her broke free. She thought she was going to faint.
Hours later, wrung out, fraying like ropes pulled taut too long, Bliss opened her eyes.
“I think I could use a drink.”
“You should,” Eva said, offering her the flask. “Gotta replenish those fluids.”
Bliss blushed as she took a sip. It wasn’t much, just enough to leave permanent scorch marks on her throat, but it made Eva’s grin widen. She went off and before Bliss could grow too self-conscious, she came back with two robes. Bliss put hers on, grateful that Eva hadn’t made her ask.
For a good fifteen minutes they sat there, not cuddling, but allowing something to pass between them. Bliss let the thoughts bouncing around her skull get sorted, let the excitement fade, leaving only a grin on her face. It was like her first game. Indescribable. Just the memory was enough to get her hot again, warmth kneading her flesh as she traced it with her fingers, letting the robe open, feeling her own powerful fingers on her skin—
“Ready for more?” Eva asked, cracking her neck.
“Yeah.”
“Strip, I’ll teach you how to eat pussy for fun and profit.”
Bliss gleefully left the robe on the couch. All her nervousness had imploded, leaving just the heat begging to be fanned into a flame.
Eva pressed her down to her knees like a goddess demanding worship, then stood in front of Bliss and spread herself with her fingers. Bliss had never seen a vagina so close. It seemed different than hers, somehow, but also like some alien lifeform, something that lived at the bottom of the sea or on that island Darwin went to. There were a few piercings too, which stung Bliss’s tongue when she licked them.
Just the idea was humbling enough—she was licking a woman’s pussy, she was doing it like a lesbian—but the sensations were absolutely overwhelming. It felt like nothing else, it tasted like nothing else, it smelled… a little like oysters, actually, but in a good way.
“A for effort,” Eva said, voice just starting to be weighted down by lust. “Take it slow. Slow and steady wins the race. Find out where it’s good and get yourself a taste. Then I’ll come for you. I’ll come all over you.”
That shouldn’t have sounded as good as it did.
Eva finished another slug from her flask. “What’s the hold-up, Barbie? Bit off more than you could chew?”
Bliss nibbled a little on her folds. Eva laughed and took another shot, poured it out on her belly so the whiskey flowed down to Bliss’s desperate tongue. It took twice as long as Eva had, working out all the hot spots, getting down a rhythm, then learning how to throw that out the window and make her scream, but finally Bliss tasted something headier than whiskey on her tongue.
Eva sagged into the chair, her entire body painted red. She ran her hand over her bruise like she needed the pain to ease her down. “Good girl. You really earned that Malibu Dream House.”
Bliss had once been annoyed by that Barbie nickname. It seemed like a long time ago. She curled up on the couch, not caring how naked she was. “Hey, what’s your real name?”
“Evelyn. You?”
“Bliss.”
”Cute name.”
“Thanks.” Bliss looked at the clock. People were definitely worried by now. She folded her arms around herself like she could hug the memories and sex to her chest. In a few minutes, she’d get dressed, primp herself, go home. For now, it could wait. She wasn’t getting in any less trouble, after all.
***
As it turned out, there wasn’t much trouble to get into. Her parents had gone to see a road show production of Wicked and when they got back, Bliss had already gotten home and watched Scrubs. They asked the responsible questions and she dutifully lied.
In bed, she felt mostly pleased. She’d had sex with a virtual stranger, who had ovaries. She could live with that. It was all good.
In the morning, she got a call from Smashley. “Did she do that thing with her tongue?”
“She did a lot of things with her tongue.”
They chatted until Bliss realized that she was being checked up on, and assured Smashley she wasn’t in love with Eva or anything stupid like that. Smashley invited her to hit up the Drafthouse with some other roller girls after work. Bliss agreed readily. Then she wondered if it’d be cool to bring Pash as her date.
Where the hell had that come from??
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Date: 2009-10-28 08:33 pm (UTC)I stumbled upon here when I was searching for BardaxScott and ended up enjoying all your fics. You have one excellent brain.
I should hope there's more fic coming for Whip it (it seems to have disappointingly tiny fandom) :)
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Date: 2009-10-29 02:48 pm (UTC)I've only read stuff and seen the trailers for Whip It - for some reason it doesn't have a UK release date!
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