Streaming services have a wide selection of cinematic masterpieces to watch. Still, with her brain buzzing with all the booze, Patty just hits the “random” button and lets some low-budget thing play.
Halfway through Nicholas Cage in a bad wig swinging a katana haphazardly around the room, the tomboy looks over toward Marcie. “So, why is he in so many bad movies? I thought he was good or something.”
“Well, Sir,” Marcie says, “He’s actually in a lot better movies now. For years, Mr. Cage had to pay off many debts because he kept spending money on castles and dinosaurs.”
“Dinosaurs? Really?”
Marcie flops her arm towards the side table, missing the tablet each time. She sighs and gives it up, slipping her hand back to the arm of the couch. “I guess, but I ain’t lookin’ it up right now.”
Patty chuckles, slipping deeper into the couch, her chin at her collar, making a motorboat sound with her lips.
After a scene where Cage screamed like he was trying to recapture the madness of his vampire antics, Marcie shifts, looking over at the bored Patty. “You know… if you wanted to, you could have probably overwhelmed him with your presence.”
“Huh? Nick?”
“No, sir, Charlie Brown.”
“Ah, right.”
Marcie lowers her voice, widening her shoulders and arms a bit. “Hey, Chuck! Let’s go on a date!”
Patty pushes herself up to a full seated position. “Oh, come on. I don’t sound like that. Plus, he’s obviously not into that kinda girl. On the other hand, you could have whisked off your glasses and fluttered your eyes, and BAM, you would have him because you’d be ten times cuter than you are now.”
“Yes, but then I wouldn’t be able to see anything.”
“Wouldn’t need to see if you’re close enough.”
“I beg to differ, sir. There’s a lot of good things to look at for someone.” She says this, her eyes lingering on the toned form of the tomboy before her. She shakes her head.
Patty plops her chin onto her hand and shrugs. “You ever think that romance is over-rated? I never felt like I did for Chuck for anyone. But maybe that was a childhood crush and not a real attraction or something. I dunno. It’s all so weird.”
“Sir…?”
“Huh?” Patty glances back toward Marcie, blinking.
Marcie lifts her glasses up to her forehead, fluttering her eyes over Patty’s general direction. “You were never good at math. You’d realize that if I were ten times cuter, you already found me cute, to begin with.”
Patty's blurry shape slips closer towards Marcie, getting so close as to make those unseen features come into semi-clear view. Her freckles, sandy hair, and mischievous smile are all there, right in front of Marcie. “Hey, Marcie,” she says, her voice deeper and huskier. “You are cute, and let’s make out.”
Marcie’s lips quiver, her eyes blinking, her glasses falling back over her face, nearly fogging up in the heat she produces. “S… S… sir?”
“It’s always cute that you kept calling me that,” Patty says, placing a hand upon Marcie’s thigh. “Even though you’re the one who is more of the leader between the two of us. You’ve always seen me as over you, hm? Do you want me to take the lead?”
With that, Patty presses her lips to Marcie’s, and Marcie melts into that kiss, falling back onto the couch and letting the sports-soaked star press her body against hers. She fumbles about, holding onto Patty’s sides and sighing as years of friendship shift into something decidedly different. Something nice, but definitely new for the two of them.
Patty’s tongue plays at Marcie’s lips, tasting the wine upon her.
Marcie spreads those lips, and that domineering tongue pushes its way inside her.
Marcie strokes her finger over Patty’s sides, her fingers quivering gently when she traces the toned and tight body.
A hand tugs at Marcie’s top, pulling it up to free her creamy skin. Rough and calloused hands slide along that smooth skin underneath that shirt, groping drunkenly at Marcie’s breasts.
“S… sir!” Marcie breathes out, pulling her face away from the deep kiss. She bumps her head against the back of the couch, wincing a moment. “C… can we?”
Patty licks her lips, pulling her hands out from under the clothing. “Ah, s… sorry. Didn’t know what got into me, and I just….”
She stops when she sees those eyes looking towards her in such desire, those lips parted, Marcie’s chest rising and falling. “I… was… about to say… we should take… this somewhere, more comfortable.”
Patty smirks when she hears that, and she nods. “Heh… no problem.” She stumbles up to a standing position, taking a moment to catch herself. She then grabs Marcie’s arm, pulling her up with her, letting the other woman fall upon her while she gets her balance. “Let’s go to my room.
Marcie wrinkles her nose a moment but nods. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s the spirit,” the tomboy says. She gives Marcie a kiss on the cheek, holding her tight as she walks Marcie off.
As they make their way from the room, the movie continues to play, with Nicholas Cage fist-fighting a ghost on a rickety bridge that was obviously on a soundstage. All-in-all, the entertainment they are about to have is much more compelling than what currently is on their screen…
Patty kicks the door open when she and Marcie arrive up the stairs. The tomboy leads her friend inside, and practically the two of them collapse onto the bed.
“Enjoying yourself, Marce?” Patty asks, moving a hand down the other girl’s back, petting her up and down.
A deep red coats Marcie’s cheeks as she lays aside her longtime friend, but her hand slides down below patty’s top and to her toned body. Her fingers trail up and down and side-to-side, tracing the contours of that toned physique.