when it's just me and my girls Who: Kitty Gilmore, Olivia Jensen, Bea Rodriguez and Maizie Wolfe. Where: Bea’s Duplex. What: Olivia and Kitty celebrate their birthdays, one a little later than the other. When: August 10th, 2019 - Late Evening.
And we play our favorite songs And we scream out all night long When it's just me and my girls All the lights, turn them off
By now Kitty wasn’t even sure what time it was in the evening -- though she would say late if asked. The party had started hours ago and they had invited a handful of their closest friends. Eventually though -- as with most parties -- each one of them had all trickled out of the duplex, leaving just the four girls to close out the night. While Kitty’s birthday had happened nearly three months ago now, she had taken full advantage and had celebrated like it had happened just yesterday -- twenty one was a milestone after all.
If she could have chosen a way to celebrate her birthday back in June it would have been exactly like this. Surrounded by her closest friends and acting as if each one of them didn’t somehow carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. For one night she wanted to act like zombies weren’t crawling around Austin and they were just four normal girls, hanging out and drinking probably more than they should.
“God, I still say Sasha and Zach cheated on all the yard games,” Kitty proclaimed while she dug around in her backpack for the champagne her dad had given her. “Which was why I totally didn’t bring this out,” she continued holding the bottle up. “They don’t deserve it.” Without asking who might actually want a glass of it, Kitty began pouring out four drinks.
“I mean did they never hear you’re supposed to let the birthday girl,” Kitty paused. “Or girls in our case, win?”
"Are you kidding?" Olivia's eyebrows drew closer together as she looked over disbelievingly at Kitty, despite the fun they'd been having together with their friends only a few moments ago. "I don't want to win unless I actually deserved it." There was a grouchy look to her face, but it didn't stop her from sitting down on the foot of Bea's bed as she watched Kitty reveal the bottle of champagne. "That looks awesome, though. Pass them over!"
“Damn, if only I’d shown Sasha my boobs or something, I’m sure he would have been super distracted and lost. I’ll totally do that next time,” Bea said very seriously before assisting with the passing out of champagne. “But for tonight, we can just know that we’re the real winners because we have this super fancy champagne and they have none and we get to stay here and hang out all night and they had to go home. And even though this is pretty belated, I’m happy that we can celebrate the birthdays to two of my most favorite people!”
Once her champagne was in hand, Maizie glanced sideways at Liv, remembering what had happened the last time she drank on Olivia’s birthday. Today’s situation was completely different, of course. It was just another of those funny reminders of how much stuff could change in a year.
“If you'd shown your boobs, Bea, I think we all would have been super distracted. That's just a fact.” She laughed and held her glass out so they could all clink for a toast. “Alright, then, to boobs and birthdays and best friends, right? Let's make it a night to remember!”
“It also would have made it an entirely different party, which I mean I don’t think any of us would have complained,” Kitty couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “But I like this better, it would have been hell to get the guys to leave.” Raising her glass, Kitty found she couldn’t have agreed with Maizie’s words more. “Let’s make it a night we almost get the cops called on us!”
Nights like this were rare and Kitty would be damned if she wasn’t going to take advantage of that fact. “Or maybe we should make sure the cops get called, a couple of the officers are kind of cute…”
Olivia took a sip once she'd finished clinking her glasses against the others', smirking a bit as she considered the prospect. "I think Diaz would freak out if the cops showed up at her house," she pointed out, the sentence holding a little less malice and a tiny bit of what almost sounded like genuine fondness than it would have a couple of months ago. "But I say that if we're going to get the cops called on us, boob showing is a pretty good way to do it. Would anyone really care, though? Like, besides us, obviously. Neighbors, I mean. If there were boobs in the window next door. What a weird thing to have to worry about again. Neighbors…. Not worrying about boobs in the window."
She was maybe a little drunk already, just like the rest of them, but that didn't stop her from downing the rest of her champagne like it was nothing. After all, you didn't turn twenty-two every day! (Actually, it'd been a couple of days ago, but whatever.)
“Boobs in the window! Sounds like an erotica novel or something.” Maizie giggled before taking another sip. She knew what Liv meant, though, because while their party was way more private that they one they’d had at Christmas, they still weren’t completely alone. There was Bea’s roommate, for one, and the women who lived on the other side of the duplex, too. Not to mention the people living in the other houses around them.
“So we probably shouldn’t take our tops off and invite voyeurism or whatever. What are we going to do, then, that will be super fun without ending up with hot cops at the door? A drinking game, or dancing, or something?” Maizie didn’t think anyone was quite ready for the celebration to be over yet. The night was young, right?
“Oh my god. We can’t have the cops come here because the girl who lives next door, like her dad is the police chief,” Bea giggled. “We’d get in so much trouble and then my neighbors would never talk to me again. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun. We could totally have boobs out, just not in the windows.”
This conversation was seeming to get sillier the more the girls drank, but Bea was totally fine with that. How often did they get a chance to let loose after all?
“Strip twister,” Kitty blurted out before downing the last of her champagne. “Boobs would come out and it wouldn’t get the cops called on us.” She continued through giggles. She was the sort of tipsy that removed inhibitions, that broke down the prim and proper parts of her personality and left a looser, more easy going Kitty instead. “It’s totally win-win.”
"What? Like -- what?" The look of shock on Olivia's face quickly turned into obvious interest before she could even control it -- stupid alcohol and loose inhibitions -- and she shot an apologetic glance at Maizie. But it wasn't enough to stop herself from saying, "I mean -- it could be interesting. Strip twister, I mean." She was talking extra slowly, attempting to seem super chill. Chill as a cucumber. Or however that phrase went.
“Probably more than just ‘interesting’,” Kitty remarked with telltale smirk, before her attention quickly turned to the stack of board games they had accumulated, then back towards her friends. “Do we even have twister here?”
"We totally do!" Olivia exclaimed, spotting it immediately on one of Bea's bookshelves, before she realized that she'd totally broken her cucumber chill façade. "I mean, if you guys want to play. It could be interesting."
Maizie, who had no compunction whatsoever about the activity, was already nodding and bouncing up to get the box down from the shelf. “O-m-g, yes! That sounds totally fun. Even if it is super unfair that Bea probably has excellent balance and will wipe the floor with all of us.”
She popped the lid off the box and held up the spinner. Looking around at the other girls, a wide grin spread over her face. “Which birthday girl gets it first?”
Apparently it hadn't been a safe time for Olivia to take another sip of her champagne. Hopefully, the others thought it was totally normal how she suddenly started to laugh mid-sip, giving herself an inadvertent choking fit. God, she really didn't have it together. She was the least cucumber of all. Was this what boys were like once they first discovered boobs? Maybe it was.
Olivia coughed again, shaking her head, then pointed at Kitty. "You go ahead." She needed to get her shit together before she attempted any precarious balancing tricks.
Oh, god. Kitty was almost positive her balance had exited the building with the last glass of champagne she had had. This had been her idea though and she wasn’t about to backtrack on it, especially not when she still felt it was a damn good idea -- lack of balance or not. “You’re just trying to size up the competition,” Kitty replied, eyeing Olivia as she laid out the twister mat, all the while trying to look as if she was the most steady person on her feet ever, even if she swayed a little when she stood upright again.
“So, ah, rules?” Kitty paused. “If you lose your balance and fall over you lose a piece of clothing?”
Champagne or not, Bea was still pretty confident in the fact that she had damn good balance and was determined to win this thing (though she had no aversion to getting naked). “Seems legit to me,” she grinned, before taking a moment to look between all her friends. “I’m totally going to get you bitches naked.”
“Well, if that's what you wanted, all you had to do was say,” Maizie teased, sending Bea a wink. A little thrill shot through her, or maybe this heady feeling was from the champagne they’d all just downed. “But playing the game first does make it a whole of a lot more fun along the way. Ready, Kitty?”
Without waiting for a response, Maizie flicked the spinner. When it came to a stop, she announced, “Right hand, red.”
Olivia waited until Bea and Kitty had both chosen a spot before she set her glass aside and stepped forward, bending down to place her hand on an empty one. It was incredibly difficult to ignore the fact that in their current position, it was very easy to look down both of her friends' shirts, but hey. She was a totally upstanding girlfriend who only found this a tiny bit interesting.
"It's been a long time since I've played this game," Olivia said, lifting her free hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "And --"
She was cut off by Maizie calling out 'left foot, green,' all the way on the other side of the mat. Olivia frowned, biting her lip, before settling on dropping her left hand on the mat, too, and extending her left leg between both of Bea's to reach a spot in the opposite corner. God, she felt super wobbly already, and the close proximity didn't help.
“I don't think my body bends this way,” Kitty exclaimed as she bent around Bea to slide her foot onto the nearest green circle, toes just barely touching the dot of color as she gasped, teetering and almost losing her balance. “Toes count, right?” She questioned, distracted in the moment by just how close she was to her friends and how it sent a small thrill through her.
Kitty was moments away from being the first to strip, she could feel it in the way her toes curled into the plastic of the matt and her muscles spasm from the way her body was contorted.
As the one with the spinner, Maizie was spared the difficulty the others were subject to. Giggling behind her hand, she dragged out the moment before the next spin, wondering which of her friends would be the first to fall.
“You guys should see yourselves,” she said, still stalling. “It's a good thing we tossed out all the boys, actually, because this is kind of hot.”
“Kind of hot? Whatever, we’re totally hot,” Bea rolled her eyes, reaching her hand to the next spot that was called out. They were getting their limbs all tangled together, but Bea really wasn’t helping the situation by purposefully placing herself in areas that might throw Kitty and Liv off their balance. Whoever said strip-twister couldn’t be a game of strategy was completely wrong, and after a few moments her tactics proved successful as Olivia hit the ground first, landing on her back underneath Bea.
Olivia's face was burning with the agony of knowing she had been the first to lose. "Bea sabotaged me," she accused as Kitty fell next to her. "There were plenty of other spots!"
“Oops,” Bea said, giving Liv a devious smirk. “Guess I’m just better at Twister than you are.”
"Fine, whatever," Olivia said, rolling her eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, intending to stand up, but the movement inadvertently pushed herself flush against Bea's chest. Suddenly, it was very hard to breathe, let alone think, thanks to the combination of all the alcohol and the smirk on Bea's face. "I, uh," she said, as inarticulate as ever, her gaze dropping down to Bea's lips. They were so close; all it took was just a backwards tilt of her head before they kissed. True to her previous bravado, Bea set an aggressive pace but Olivia pulled back, eyes wide at the realization that her BFF's tongue had just been in her mouth.
"Um." Olivia wasn't sure if there was anything she could say that would make what had just happened okay. She looked over at Maizie with guilt.
Maizie’s eyes were wide too, her cheeks flushed pink, but it was from a whole different reaction than embarrassment or jealousy. They had just moved very suddenly from kinda hot to totally hot. Was she supposed to be this turned on by watching her girlfriend make out with someone else? Better question -- did she care how she was supposed to feel? All signs pointed to hell no.
“Ohmygod,” she squeaked. “That was … wow.” But the look on Liv’s face caught Maizie short before she could go any farther. That wasn't enjoyment, no matter how much her girlfriend had been into the kissing a moment before. That look was definitely more like she thought she'd done something wrong. Well, that wouldn't do!
“Um, can I talk to you for a sec?” Maizie waved for Liv to step aside with her. Bea knew she probably should have said something or apologized but if Maizie was mad, she didn’t want to say anything to make the situation worse. Biting her lip, Bea looked over at Kitty, wide-eyed, hoping she hadn’t just fucked up the whole night.
This had to be the booze, right? Kitty was positive she must have totally hallucinated what had just happened. Except she knew she hadn't, not when she had had a very front row seat for it -- a fact she was not complaining about. “Oh my god,” she breathed out, flushed and more than a little turned on by the sight of two of her best friends making out. “Wow, that was just...wow,”
Kitty was snapped out of her daze by Olivia getting up to talk with Maizie out in the hallway and the way Bea was looking at her, eyes wide and concern practically written all over her face. “Hey,” she shifted closer to Bea. “It's fine, Maizie definitely didn't seem mad,” Kitty paused as her gaze shifted towards the hallway and back towards Bea. “God, if anything I think she enjoyed the show as much as I did.” She winked and wrapped an arm around Bea. “Maybe you will get us all naked after all.” Kitty laughed, not even a little bit opposed to that idea.
Outside Bea's room, in the hallway, Olivia could barely hear the sound of Kitty's laughter over the thumping of her heart. As hot as it had totally been, making out with Bea for the short amount of time that it had lasted, she couldn't bear the thought that she'd just fucked up big time. Sure, Maizie didn't exactly look mad, but she couldn't just assume they were okay.
"Hey," she said, biting her lip. She looked up at Maizie with concern. "I'm sorry -- are we okay? I didn't, you know. I didn't mean to do that."
“We’re totally fine,” Maizie hastened to reassure her, taking Liv’s hand in her own. “This is not me pulling you aside to chew you out. No way. This is me pulling you aside because you looked like you were about to freak out and I wanted to say that you shouldn't. You were into kissing Bea. And I was into you kissing Bea. Like, a lot.”
"I wasn't --" Olivia stopped abruptly, then, clearly startled at Maizie's admission. She bit her lip again, more so due to her own interest and less because of the anxiety she'd felt only a couple of minutes ago, and studied her girlfriend. "Are you sure?"
Maizie nodded. The heat that had washed over her while watching Liv and Bea lock lips was nothing to do with the champagne, she had realized, and everything to do with the fact that she apparently had a little kink for watching her girlfriend with someone else. With one of their best friends, anyway, since she didn't think she'd have felt the same way about Liv kissing just anybody. Bea, though? Or Kitty? Both? Maizie wet her lips, her gaze sliding back to the door to the other room.
“In fact,” she said, after taking a deep breath. “I think you should go back in and do it again. Except maybe take your top off first, because you did fall, after all.”
Olivia studied Maizie for a moment longer, assessing everything from her eyes to her facial expression and body language to make sure this wasn't a trick. Maizie looked so earnest, though, and into it. And honestly, Olivia was into it, too -- whatever it was going to be. She turned her head to look over at the closed door, unable to even imagine what lay ahead or hide the way her pulse had quickened once more at the very thought.
"Okay," she said then, glancing once more at Maizie before she stepped forward and opened the door, stopping almost immediately at the sight in front of her: Kitty and Bea kissing with clear fervor, their shirts discarded just like Maizie had suggested a moment ago. It shouldn't have been a surprise -- after all, the three of them had all fallen, and they'd very clearly set up the rules of the game. Olivia swallowed hard, unable to look away, and closed the door behind them.
"Back," she announced unnecessarily, reaching down to pull her shirt up and over her head. Her voice was a little shaky, but she could play it off like this was totally normal. "What's, uh. What's up, guys?"
Not one to be left behind, Maizie slipped her shirt off too. So what if, strictly speaking, she didn't need to? “All straightened out,” she announced. Then she laughed, eyes glittering with amusement. “Well, maybe not straightened, but yeah. Out.”
Bea untangled her fingers from Kitty’s silky blonde hair and tucked it behind the other girl’s ear before shifting her gaze over to Maizie and Liv. Biting her lip nervously, because she had just accidentally made out with a taken woman in front of said woman’s girlfriend, she asked, “Everything okay?”
With her gaze bouncing between her friends like she was watching a tennis match, Kitty waited with baited breath -- what little breath she had, both flushed and breathless from the much too brief makeout with Bea -- curious, and a bit anxious as to what the outcome of the conversation in the hallway might have been. “Are we, ah, continuing this?” She didn’t even attempt to mask the hopeful tone in her voice, neither had she put any distance between herself and Bea as they waited for Olivia and Maizie to respond.
The way that Bea and Kitty were looking at her, waiting for her answer, sent this weird awareness through Maizie. Not bad, just ... different. This was totally one of those pivotal moments before things started happening, and the slightly giddy rush of anticipation was going straight to her head in the best way. Also -- she suddenly knew exactly what to do.
“Yes. Absolutely.” If there was any uncertainty as to exactly which question she was answering, that was laid to rest when Maizie crossed the room and kissed Kitty. Not a chaste kiss, either. This was a kiss that unequivocally confirmed two things. Everything was okay. And this was definitely continuing.