Judy knows full well that she hurt Jen’s feelings when Jen had offered to cook her a birthday meal and Judy replied that she had to go out. Jen didn’t say that she was hurt of course; Jen would never admit that out loud. She’ll think Judy was making excuses because she hates her cooking, which isn’t true at all. Jen’s so hard on herself and Judy could just see the hurt in her eyes when she said it. She would have to make it up to her. Quietly, of course, so they don’t have to talk about this directly, just a little series of nice things to smooth over the cracks. Jen probably suspects something is going on that Judy isn’t telling her but neither of them can talk about it without admitting what they feel between them is more than casual friendship.
She wants Jen so much, she loves Jen but Jen has never made a move. Judy doesn't know whether it's because she isn't ready yet after Ted or whether she isn't interested in Judy like that, not really. It's fine either way though. She loves Jen enough that even if she never makes a move, her friendship will always be more than enough. Judy wants to kiss her and touch her body and see what her face looks like when she comes, but she doesn't need it. It's enough that they are a family and she loves that, anything more would be a bonus.
The whole matter has seemed less pressing since she found this little outlet. Something that calmed the part of her brain that desperately craved the physical, the part that tried to overwhelm her sometimes. The stupid bit of her brain that pushed her to make bad choices. Without this, it was so much easier not to pounce on Jen some night, when her brain was misty and her body demanded to be touched by hands that weren't hers. Judy tells herself that she needs to wait, that Jen needs to take her time to heal properly, so she can be sure she's making the right choice for her and the boys. If Jen wanted to make a move, surely she would have made a move. So Judy has to wait. And now she can wait.
Until she and Jen finally examine what this is, this thing she has going with Lorna can tick along quietly in the background. Lorna isn’t technically related to Jen anymore and nothing is officially happening between her and Jen anyway, so it’s fine. Or that’s what she tells herself, trifling little loopholes that might make her feel better about being tied to a modern four poster bed on her birthday. Ropes binding her hands and feet tight to the bedposts, twisting up her limbs and decorating her naked body with ostentatious knots. The position has no allowances for shame, there's nowhere to hide with her wrists bound to each bedpost and her legs spread wide. She doesn't get to make the decisions anymore about what she hides and what is displayed.
And today, she is entirely displayed.
Everyone deserves to get laid on their birthday, Judy rationalizes.
She knows Lorna has something planned. Every time Judy comes over, Lorna has something new planned for her and as much as she hates to admit it, Lorna is fucking good at this. She knows how to push Judy’s buttons, can tell just by looking when she needs a little more or a little less to push her over the edge. When she talks, Lorna seems to know everything Judy’s thinking before she even thinks it and she finds that her brain just goes quiet for a while; perfect stillness that feels blissful after a lifetime of doubt and second guessing herself and this confusing web of lies she’s become tangled in. Nothing compares to the stillness of her muted brain and the single clear voice in her ear that tells her exactly what to do and when to do it and rewards her for her compliance.
She resents how good Lorna is, that she can’t say no to her demand to see her on the evening of her birthday. It’s obviously being used as a ploy to antagonise Jen and Judy does it anyway because she knows Lorna will make her come so hard that she blacks out.
She tests her bindings, wrapping her hands around the thick braids that attach her firmly to the bedposts. Soft ropes follow the lines and curves of her body; Lorna’s skilled fingers, dragging smooth paths across her skin, rope submitting to beautiful flourishes that decorate her body with Lorna’s vision. She wriggles to test the limits and the ropes bite into her skin when she finds them.
The waiting is as much a part of this as anything. Lorna had stripped her naked, spread her open, tied her tight and left her to wait. Her legs are spread too wide to even give herself any friction with her own thighs while she waits and Judy wonders for a moment if Lorna has a camera set up to watch her as she twists and squirms hopelessly trying to find some relief. Probably.
Judy’s legs are splayed wide enough and when Lorna walks back in the door, she’ll be on show for her. The first thing she’ll see is the wetness on Judy’s thighs, obvious and obscene; how turned on she is, untouched and being made to wait. It’s hard to tell exactly how long she’s been left here but she’s so fucking ready now. The ropes chafe at her skin to remind her of what’s coming at any moment. Judy feels drunk on the anticipation of it, her thoughts quiet and peaceful, her nipples hard and her body ready.
The door handle twists.
Judy bucks her hips at the sound, wanting to be good and show her enthusiasm for whatever happens next when the door opens wide and,
“Lorna, what the FUCK is this?!”
Jen turns to leave the moment she enters the room, refusing to process what she sees in front of her, but Lorna blocks the door and holds her there.
“I got you a little present, I thought you would thank me.”
Judy can’t move to cover herself; there’s nothing she can do but lay there, exposed and suddenly feeling more naked than before. There’s no talking her way out of this one, there’s no possible explanation that excuses her being in Lorna’s house, displayed and ready for fucking on Lorna's bed. Judy’s face burns red hot with shame and the wetness between her legs is evidence enough of her betrayal.
Her body can't accept the sudden gear change of Jen being present when she's this aroused already. There were reasons, she's sure, that sleeping with Jen wasn't the best idea at the moment but the heat between her legs has made them disappear from her brain. She’s spent so long wanting Jen, imagining what it would be like to feel Jen’s hands on her body, what her mouth tastes like, what she might sound like when she comes. Judy was so turned on before the door opened and then she was suddenly looking at Jen’s face, that Judy had dreamed about kissing, and now she can’t remember all the reasons she was being patient. There were reasons… weren’t there? She can’t recall a single one.
Now all the desire for her that Judy has been trying to keep quelled runs rampant and she doesn't want to wait anymore.
Lorna’s voice is even and calm, as always. She fucking knows what it does to Judy, to hear her so unaffected. Jen is the opposite, flustered and wild eyed, like she’s been caught.
“You bring me here to talk about a proposition and present me with this? What is going on in your fucking psychopath brain that you think it's a good idea to bring me here to...whatever this is?” Jen’s not looking at Judy, her eyes casting about the room and studiously avoiding her. “Get out of my way before I get you out of my fucking way. You have to the count of five. 5…...4…”
“Oh, don't pretend you don't like this, Jennifer. You've always had such terrible trouble hiding your thoughts. People can see every little thing that you're thinking and I know what you're thinking now.”
“...2…….1, move.” Jen stands, her arms crossed, still furious.
“Are you quite finished? I know you want this. I know you're jealous that I took what you wanted. But lucky for you, I am feeling benevolent. I know you’ve always had trouble landing the deal without my help. So I am helping.”
It’s a thrill to watch the two strongest, most unflinching women in her life face off with one another. It’s something Judy would have been affected by at any time but laying naked in a bed, pinned and splayed open while they argue, it makes her desperately want their eyes on her.
"I've been taking good care of my little charge here, since someone had to. You know I like to provide, so I was thinking to myself, 'Lorna, what does she want most in this world, that I can give her?' And the answer is you, Jen."
She’s never mentioned it to Lorna, how she feels about Jen. But Lorna had known all along and decided to force Jen’s hand for her. Judy would never have agreed to this plan of course, but the fact that Lorna planned this for her affects Judy. Someone had really seen her and thought about what she wanted.
She isn’t sure what the rules are to this new game but she really does want Jen to stay. Judy had only pursued this thing with Lorna because she didn’t want to rush Jen by accident and force her hand. She would have done that without this shameful little secret with Lorna and now Lorna had done it for her. And now Judy’s body is calling out for more, all her usual defences down and the only thing left is her need for Jen.
Jen’s head whips round and their eyes meet for the first time, pinning her with their intensity. God, Jen’s so fucking beautiful.
“Judy,” Jen breathes out a sigh as though she’s been defeated, her shoulders sagging under the release.
Lorna appears beside Judy, a firm hand cupping her jaw, making her stare at Jen and hold her gaze.
“You’re lucky really, that I’ve been taking care of her for you, Jennifer. You know full well that when one doesn’t look after one’s charges, their eyes start to wander. We can’t have that happening now, can we? Not again. Whether you like it or not, my precious grandsons have grown rather fond of her now and so we can’t have her led astray. Someone needed to pick up the slack if you refuse to; I’ve watched you drop the ball once already, I’ll not let you do so again.”
Jen looks furious but she isn't leaving. She fiddles with the hem of her sleeve, avoidant like she wants to stay but isn’t ready to give up control of the situation just yet.
“No need to thank me, just yet. But don’t leave my little gift waiting. She’s terribly needy, you know, and you've already made her wait so long."
Jen seems to have made a decision because something changes for her, and then she's at Judy's side.
"Judes, I don't know what the fuck is happening here."
"I know. That's okay."
Judy wants to reassure Jen, appease the hint of worry that casts a shadow over her and holds her back, but she can't stop staring at Jen's mouth. The thrill of being ignored and then being watched, of being argued over while she lies naked, has coiled itself tightly in the pit of Judy's stomach now. She aches with desire at everything secret and soft that she has felt for Jen being dragged out into the open and having a spotlight shone on it.
“You’ve nothing to gain from this petty tantrum, Jennifer. Go ahead and storm out if you’d like, go back to your sad little life where you pretend not to want what you so obviously want. Try not to think about what you saw here,” Lorna strides across the room to where Judy lies, her back straight and her head high as she directs the scene playing out between them. She lays a hand on the ropes that bind one of Judy’s wrists firmly to the bed, fingers dragging over the ropes and then her skin, making a show of touching the skin that Jen is resisting. “Go on, rebuff my thoughtful gift and try to forget about your little friend all tied up prettily for you.”
"Is this what you want, Judy?" Jen looks at her with fragile eyes, the last little bit of hesitation clinging on because she needs to hear Judy say it again. Even now, Jen can’t quite admit what’s been so obvious between them.
"Oh god Jen, I want you. I've wanted you for so long and if you want me too, then I need you to touch me. Please." Judy pleads with Jen, shameless and wanton. This isn’t how Judy imagined things would finally happen with Jen, pretty far from it actually, but she wants it now so badly.
“Look, the poor thing is desperate.”
Lorna slides the tips of her fingers through her wetness, two long fingers pushing into her and she’s needed this contact for so long she moans. If Judy could hide her face, she would. She doesn’t want Jen to see how turned on she is by this, how wet Judy is knowing that Jen can see her body laid out so specifically for pleasure. But Jen does see, her eyes bore into Judy as Lorna, fucking Lorna of all people, presses her fingers against that sensitive spot inside her. Judy’s back arches obscenely, making the ropes pull taut against her and Jen is watching her, still. Judy thinks if there’s no going back from this, she may as well do what she can to put on a show for her.
“Come on now. If you were going to leave, you would have by now.” Lorna walks over to where Jen has been hovering, “Stop being an ungrateful brat and accept my gift. I worked hard getting her all warmed up for you and we wouldn’t want her to,” Lorna takes her wet fingers, swiping them across Jen’s lower lip, “get cold.”
“Jesus, Lorna.” She flinches from her touch and her outrage isn’t reflected in the tip of her tongue that flicks out to lick Judy from her lips.
Jen comes to Judy and squats down at the bedside. Their faces are so close together that she feels a burst of fondness for Jen.
“Look, Judy, I feel like this whole… situation is part of a wider conversation that we definitely need to have. But I think I can just pack that away in a box for a bit longer, okay?”
“Okay, yeah sounds good to me.” Judy knows she’s still staring at Jen’s mouth.
“I really want to kiss you. But not because I’m into this weird little fucking game that’s happening here. Just because I want to. Understand?”
“That sounds good to me too.”
Jen is on her in a moment, her mouth demanding and insistent, claiming her. The force of her jealousy pushes Judy roughly back into the pillow and she moans into it loudly, thrilled to finally cede her territory to Jen. She can taste the cigarette Jen smoked on the way over, the red wine from dinner; she loves knowing what Jen tastes like, realises now just how often she wondered exactly that.
“Will you touch me?”
It’s strange to her that Jen seems so nervous; her Jen, who is so ferocious to the rest of the world, didn’t seem to have the language to take what she wants in the bedroom. But that’s okay; they understand one another well enough, Judy thinks, for her to see where Jen might appreciate a little nudge in the right direction. She takes the nudge with a hand that starts at Judy’s jaw, her neck, the dip into her collarbones where ropes intersect. Jen wraps a fist around the knot there, testing the bindings with a shake that moves most of her body with it.
Judy loves the feel of it, letting go of any control over her body and trusting someone else to do what’s best for her. She trusts Jen to take care of her. She trusts Jen absolutely.
“Fuck, Judy. Look at you? You’re gorgeous.”
“She’s well maintained for her age, isn’t she Jennifer?” Lorna answers from the wingback armchair in the corner of the room.
There were lots of things not to like about Lorna but one of the things Judy found oddly charming was Lorna’s unwavering commitment to inserting herself into any situation. Judy has always been envious of that big, loud version of confidence that makes itself the center of any room. Jen just looks enraged by the reminder.
“Would you mind ever so kindly fucking off for a while, Lorna?”
“This is my room, Jennifer, in my house. You’re here because I invited you so no , I will not be effing off anywhere.”
Judy wonders what it must be like to be the pacemaker of the room, naturally taking charge. She is always the one just catching up. Waiting for people to let her know what the plan is and how she can help. It's easier that way; If she doesn’t have any options, then there’s nothing to consider. It’s peaceful. She can just lie there, wait for Jen to decide if this is too much for her or if she’ll accept the conditions. Judy watches Jen, her face in the soft blurry zone where she wants to do anything to make her happy and keep Jen in her life.
Please say yes. Just pack all that reality that you’re hung up on right now and put it away until tomorrow. Because I’m right here, right now and I have waited for you for so long.
Just imagining how Jen’s fingers might feel inside her makes her wet again, and more aware of how exposed she is. A moan escapes her at the thought of it and then Jen’s mouth is on her again and resolute this time. She kisses her with hard, hungry kisses just short of leaving marks. Jen’s mouth moves to explore more of her, teeth scratching at her, little nips that mark her path. Jen’s lips find her tits, pulling Judy’s nipples into her mouth and kneading them with a soft pressure that steals the air from Judy’s lungs.
“She’s ready for some fingers now. You can see by her thigh beginning to twitch like that.”
“Fuck you very much, Lorna. I don’t need your help right now.” Jen pinches at Judy’s nipple resentfully with the distraction.
“Terribly sorry, dear. I just thought you might appreciate some advice from someone who knows exactly how she likes to fuck.”
It’s so rare that Lorna swears, that her words hang in the air afterwards. Jen knows now that this has been going on between them for a while, whatever this is between Lorna and Judy. And she looks jealous.
It’s just a beat later when two of Jen’s thick fingers push inside her and oh FUCK, Lorna was right, she was so ready for this. Her back arches at the stretch and Jen’s mouth appears again at her nipple, pulling at her with the same slow pushes of her fingers, curling into her pussy. Judy is torn between the view of Jen, her soft hair falling loose over her chest as she sucks at Judy’s tits, and Lorna looming in the corner. She looks smug, like her plan has come together perfectly and she smiles at Judy; she looks proud of her. Judy’s hands try uselessly to touch Jen, grasping at nothing and managing only to grip the ropes that bind her. It’s better than nothing. Judy bucks up into Jen’s hand, meeting her palm with wet thrusts. She gives herself to Jen, trusts her to let Judy shatter in her hands and be able to put her back together.
“Oh fuck Jen, you feel so good. Please give it to me, yes I want it.” Judy babbles and she’s so close that she wants to make noise any way she can. She doesn’t filter the noises she wants to make anymore. She used to. She used to be ashamed of how sensitive her body was, how she responded to every touch and desired for more. But Lorna likes to hear her.
She looks over to the armchair in the corner where Lorna watches them, still wearing her tailored dress and jacket. She watches with an aloof half smile and when Judy catches her eye, Lorna moves to uncross her legs, shifts her thighs apart, and exposes her wet, naked entrance to Judy.
“Give her a little more, and I believe she might come for you, Jennifer.”
It’s still a surprise for some reason when Jen complies and she’s being stretched again. Three fingers slipping in easily and the extra stretch does it for her. Judy doesn’t know if Lorna really does know her reactions that well or she just knows that if someone asks her to come, she will always try to but she’s right. Jen fucks into her as deep as she can, knuckles rocking against her and she’s coming with a strangled broken yell as she pulls against her ropes. Lorna’s eyes are on Judy’s and Judy holds the gaze, rocks her head back and bucks a little harder, shouts a little louder, performs her pleasure a little more. And she looks at the wet slick between Lorna’s thighs.
She has to let her know how thankful she is. This is the best gift anyone has ever given her.
Before she even has a moment to catch her breath, Jen’s tongue is between her thighs, tasting her and licking broad strokes where she’s already so sensitive. Judy’s muscles jump and ripple with the aftershocks of her orgasm which hasn’t even had the chance to dissipate yet but she can already feel it building again. This is Jen, her beautiful best friend Jen between her legs, her tongue pressing wide licks into her. Her Jen who circles her clit as her tongue fucks her and Judy is coming again for her, hips jerking and erratic as she pushes desperately into it, greedy for more. Her muscles pull and stretch in the pleasure of it, her lungs dragging a long pull of air which shivers through her.
She collapses against her ropes, hands and feet hanging slack as she just breathes through it. Jen kisses her, mouth still slick with the taste of her and Judy opens herself to it, allows Jen to claim her like this.
“Thank you, Jen. You’re so beautiful. I want to make you feel good too, if you’ll let me.”
Jen looks over to Lorna, wrinkling her nose, “I don’t know…”
“It’s okay. We can add this to the box for that future conversation?”
“Oh no no, we’re never talking about this again.” Jen kisses her awkwardly, rough kisses that are pure emotion, as Jen hitches her skirt up just enough to remove her underwear while mostly preserving her dignity.
Good for her, Judy thinks, that Jen assumes she’s walking out of there with any dignity intact. With dancer’s grace she lowers herself onto Judy’s open mouth and Judy buries her face into her, luxuriating in the wetness that has collected and tasting how turned on Jen is.
Without her hands to guide her, Judy has almost no control over this. Jen’s slick entrance rocks into her mouth, sliding over her nose selfishly and stealing her air from her, making her wait. It feels like Jen is marking her territory, claiming Judy back again. Judy’s lips find Jen’s throbbing clit and she sucks, lost in the heat of thighs against her face and the hand that fists into her hair as Jen directs her pleasure and takes what she wants from Judy’s face. Judy is swimming adrift in the moment when she feels sure, rough hands at her thighs, Lorna’s long fingers sinking inside her and oh fuuuuck it feels so good.
Just having Jen pull at her hair while she snaps her hips to meet Judy’s greedy mouth is almost enough for her to come.
Almost enough. But now she can push her tongue into Jen’s body, feel the tight squeeze of her as Jen’s body tests the intrusion while Lorna’s fingers fuck Judy open, curling and rubbing tight circles into that spot she knows turns Judy’s legs to jelly. Judy’s cries are muffled by Jen’s body as the rock of Jen’s hips becomes erratic, sliding desperately against Judy’s mouth as she takes what she wants.
Jen’s eyes meet Judy’s, blonde hair falling loose around her face, sweat sheened and desperate. Her hips snap hard and her gaze is nervous that she’s being too rough with Judy. Judy groans loudly into Jen, giving her permission to use her and Jen takes it. The hand that holds her pulls tight in her hair as Jen cries out, her hips grinding hard as she chases the crest of her pleasure. Judy can’t breathe with her nose buried deep in Jen’s wet folds and the tingling that creeps in at her edges seem to overwhelm her.
Lorna’s fingers push into her, four fingers that stretch her wide and fill her up. Taking what she wants. Jen’s eyes are still on her when she starts to come, disbelief and pleasure and drunken wonder. She feels Jen’s body rippling against her mouth as her muscles dance against her. She watches as Jen’s eyes close tight and her mouth gasps at her own pleasure, then Judy is coming too. The demanding fingers inside her pound into her hard and she comes into Lorna’s hand with a gush. When she opens her eyes, Jen is watching her.
She saw everything.
“Holy fuck, Judy.”
Jen sits back on her heels, her body soft with afterglow.
Lorna leaves them alone there, now that she’s gotten what she wanted. She never was interested in the clear up. She likes the game, the thrill of the hunt and the submission to whatever she wants to happen. Once Judy let herself go entirely, Lorna lost interest and now they find themselves alone with far too many knots looped and twisted around her unnecessarily.
“I think you should take me home now, Jen.”
“I’m trying. I’m really trying.”