Chapter 9: Connections
They sat and chatted in the diner until the sun started to go down, at which Leo looked up and swore. "Damn, I've got to run to soccer practice!" Maggie's eyes were bright with humor, and her heart was full with the growing closer that they had been sharing. She squeezed Leo's hand, then lifted it to her mouth and kissed its palm softly. "Go on, don't be late. I got the check." She winked at Leo. "You can owe me."
Leo paused in gathering his book bag and turned to look at her a second, before moving closer and kissing her mouth softly: their first kiss. She grinned at him and pushed him away. "Go. I'll catch up with you tonight by text. And don't forget the women's game tomorrow night." Leo gives her a mock salute and practically runs out the door of the diner.
Maggie pays the check and leaves a hefty tip for occupying the table for so long. The waitress sees the tip and smiles to Maggie. "Thanks, darlin'," she says. Maggie blows her a flirty kiss and heads back towards her dorm. When she gets to where she would normally turn and head to the library, she pauses and considers. The library is where she usually goes to study, but if she goes there, she feels certain that she will end up in Judy's arms again, and Judy has already well and truly fucked her once today. She wants to move, to be outside, to feel the setting sun on her skin. She turns and heads to the quad instead, where she finds a bench in the shade of an old oak tree and sits down.
She pulls out her phone and texts Abby.
**Maggie:** *Hey, you busy?*
She waits a few minutes, but there’s no response. She sighs and puts her phone away, then leans back against the bench and closes her eyes. The sounds of the campus—the distant hum of conversation, the occasional laughter, the rustle of leaves in the breeze—wrap around her like a blanket.
She exhales, letting the warmth of the afternoon settle into her bones. For the first time in a long time, she doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence with books or study or anything at all.
Her phone buzzes in her pocket. She pulls it out, expecting Abby, but it’s Leo.
**Leo:** *You’re not gonna believe what happened at practice.*
Maggie smiles, her thumb hovering over the screen before she types back.
**Maggie:** *Try me.*
She waits, watching the dots appear and disappear as he types, then finally:
**Leo:** *Coach made us run laps because someone “distracted” me.
Maggie bites her lip as she thinks and then sends:
**Maggie:** * Did I do that? I'm so sorry.* Maggie's thumbs fly over the screen, her smile growing wider with each word. *You're the one who kissed me, not the other way around. I was just sitting there, minding my own business.*
The reply comes almost instantly: **Leo:** *You were sitting there looking like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. How was I supposed to resist?*
Maggie’s stomach flutters. She leans back against the bench, the rough bark of the oak tree pressing into her shoulder blades. The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves, painting dappled light across her legs. She types slowly, savoring the moment.
**Maggie:** *You’re not supposed to resist. That’s the whole point of me.*
She grins at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she waits for his reply. The quad is quiet now, the golden light of dusk stretching long shadows across the grass. A few students linger, their voices low and lazy, but Maggie barely notices them. Her world has narrowed to this tiny rectangle of light, to the way Leo’s words make her pulse quicken.
**Leo:** *You’re dangerous, you know that?*
Maggie bites her lip, her thumb tracing the edge of the screen. She could keep this going all night—this back-and-forth, this teasing dance. But they have a date for the following evening, and being patient will pay off. She types back:
**Maggie:** *I’m just dangerous enough to keep you on your toes. Just dangerous enough to make sure you never get bored.*
She hits send and leans back, the warm breeze moving her hair. Finally Leo responds with a smiley face, then sends **Talk to you tonight. Looking forward to tomorrow* Maggie smiles and puts her phone away, then stands and stretches. She looks around the quad, taking in the golden light of dusk, the way the leaves shimmer in the breeze. She feels a sense of peace settle over her, a quiet contentment she hasn’t felt in a long time.
She walks slowly back to her dorm, her thoughts drifting to Leo, to Judy, to the way her life has been changing so rapidly. She’s not sure where it’s all leading, but for the first time, she doesn’t feel the need to control it. She can just let it unfold, let herself be carried along by the current.The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating.
She pushes open the door to her dorm, the familiar scent of lavender and old books wrapping around her like a hug. For the first time in a long while, she has the room to herself. She sags onto her bed and closes her eyes. As much as she's enjoying her new outlook on life, some alone time is nice too.
Of course, her phone buzzes again. This time, it’s Eva.
**Eva:** *Hey, you free later? Liza and I are grabbing drinks at The Tipsy Fox. You should come.*
Maggie’s fingers hover over her phone. The Tipsy Fox was the kind of place where students went to pretend they were adults, where the drinks were strong and the music was loud. She hadn’t been there since freshman year, when Abby had dragged her out for a night of questionable decisions and even more questionable tequila.
But things were different now.
**Maggie:** *What time?*
**Eva:** *8ish. Liza’s buying the first round. You in?*
Maggie bites her lip. She should study. She *always* studied. But then she remembered that the changes she was undertaking included allowing herself to be herself. So she sends Eva a response.
**Maggie:** *Yeah. If I'm not there by 8:30, give me a ping. I'm going to try to study for a couple of hours.* She tossed her phone onto the bed and opened her laptop. The glow of the screen felt cold compared to the warm buzz of her phone, but she forced herself to focus. Her history notes were a mess of scribbled thoughts, and her English essay needed a proper outline.
By the time the clock on her wall ticked past 7:30, her eyes were burning. She closed her laptop with a sigh and stretched, her muscles tight from sitting too long. The dorm room felt suddenly small, the walls pressing in. She needed air.
A quick change into a tight black tank top and tighter jeans, a swipe of mascara, and she was out the door before she could second-guess herself. The Tipsy Fox was only a few blocks away, but the night air felt electric, like the world had sharpened its edges just for her. The sidewalk hummed with laughter and clinking glasses, the kind of noise that made her pulse quicken.
Inside, the bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of beer and citrus. Eva spotted her first, waving from a corner booth where Liza already had a round of cocktails waiting. "Took you long enough!" Eva teased, sliding over to make room. Maggie grinned, sliding in beside her. "Had to look presentable," she said, gesturing to her outfit.
"You know, in case I ran into someone important." She leaned into both women and gave them soft warm kisses. Liza's eyes crinkled in delight.
Eva snorted into her drink. "Like who? The bartender?"
Maggie shrugged, taking the cocktail Liza slid toward her. "Maybe. Or maybe just someone who appreciates a well-put-together woman."
Liza raised an eyebrow. "You mean someone like Leo?"
Maggie nearly choked on her drink. "What? No. I mean—okay, yes, but that's not why I dressed up."
Eva leaned in, grinning. "Uh-huh. Sure."
Maggie rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips. She decided turn about is fair play. "So, ladies. I guess the after care was really good? You two a thing now?" Maggie looked back and forth between their eyes, as curious as she was teasing.
"I mean, I *did* see you two being very handsy earlier. And Eva, you’ve got new ink. And Liza, you’re looking *very* pleased with yourself." She took a sip of her drink, letting the tart citrus linger on her tongue before adding, "So spill. What’s the deal?"
Eva grinned, her fingers tracing the new vine tattoo along her collarbone. "The deal is, Liza’s been taking *very* good care of me." She leaned into Liza, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Like, *really* good care."
Liza smirked, her thumb brushing against Eva’s thigh under the table. "She’s not wrong. I’ve been *very* thorough." Liza’s voice was low, her fingers tracing slow circles on Eva’s thigh. "And I plan to be even more thorough tonight." Liza leans toward Maggie conspiratorially. "Turns out Eva likes a really big cock in her sweet pussy and big hands on her new piercings. And I'm just the woman to give her those things."
Maggie’s stomach fluttered at the way Liza’s gaze darkened, the way Eva leaned into her touch like it was the most natural thing in the world. She took another sip of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass. "Sounds like you two have been having fun." Maggie's voice was light, but her pulse quickened as she watched Liza's fingers trace slow circles on Eva's thigh. The way Eva leaned into the touch, her breath hitching just slightly, sent a warmth through Maggie that had nothing to do with the cocktail in her hand.
Eva giggled, her cheeks flushed. "Oh, we've been having *more* than fun." She turned to Liza, her eyes soft. "Right, baby?"
Liza's smirk was slow, deliberate. "Oh, we've been having *plenty* of fun." Her fingers tightened just slightly on Eva's thigh, making the other woman gasp.
"But we're not done yet," Liza murmured, her voice low and thick with promise. "Not by a long shot." She looked up into Maggie's eyes. "And you, baby girl, are always welcome to join in the fun. You know that, right?" Liza added, her fingers still tracing slow circles on Eva's thigh. "You're always welcome to join us. We'd love to have you."
Maggie felt her cheeks flush, the warmth spreading down her neck. She took another sip of her drink, the citrus sharp on her tongue. "I appreciate the offer," she said carefully, "but I think I'm good for now." She glanced between them, the intimacy of the moment pressing against her like a physical thing. "Besides, I think you two have plenty to keep you busy tonight."
Eva giggled, leaning into Liza's touch. "Oh, we do."
"But that doesn’t mean we can’t make room for you," Liza said, her fingers moving higher on Eva’s thigh. Maggie grins, warmed by the invitation and honestly excited for her friends perhaps finding one another. She said, "I tell you what, not tonight, not least of which because you two need more time of your own to explore what you have before you open it up. But soon, I promise." She looks directly into Liza's eyes. "Besides, I'm pretty fond of your big cock too." She turns to look at Eva. "And your filthy delicious mouth."
Eva actually blushes and Liza chuckles as she kisses then lightly bites Eva's ear. Maggie feels her core spike with pleased heat.
She watches her friends for a moment, then leans in and kisses Eva deeply, her tongue sliding into Eva’s mouth. Eva moans softly into the kiss, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. Liza watches them, her eyes dark with hunger, before leaning in to kiss Maggie’s neck, her lips warm and wet against Maggie’s skin. Maggie shivers, her breath hitching as Liza’s teeth graze her collarbone.
Maggie whimpers, then straightens up. She says, "That's enough of that. We'll go further soon." She catches the waitress's attention and orders another round of drinks. They spend a happy hour talking about pretty much everything. Maggie can't help but notice that their caresses on each other are getting hotter and hotter.
She can't help but feel the warmth spreading through her body as she watches them. She takes a deep breath and decides to change the subject. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow night?" she asks, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. "I know you're playing, but what about after?"
Eva grins, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Liza's thigh. "Well, we were thinking of grabbing drinks after the game. You should come with us." She leans in, her lips brushing against Liza's ear. "We could make it a double date."
Liza chuckles, her thumb tracing the edge of Eva's glass. Maggie nods and says, "I figured a group thing. You're going to have a hard time separating Janice and Oliver, if she has anything to say about it." She grinned at the thought of their friends' budding romance. "But yeah, we should all go out after."
Eva's fingers traced lazy circles on Liza's thigh, her cheeks flushed from the drinks and the heat between them. "That sounds perfect. We can make it a real celebration - you and Leo, us, Janice and Oliver... maybe even Abby if she's not too busy being fabulous." She leaned into Liza's touch, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And who knows what might happen after..."
Liza's smirk was slow and deliberate as she watched Maggie's reaction. "Sounds like we'll have plenty of entertainment. And maybe some trouble," Maggie said, swirling her drink absently. The ice clinked against the glass, the sound oddly comforting in the dim bar light. She watched the condensation drip down the sides, the droplets catching the glow of the neon sign outside before disappearing into the dark wood of the table.
Eva grinned, her fingers tightening just slightly on Liza's thigh. "Oh, I hope so. Trouble can be fun sometimes." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, the kind of look that made Maggie's stomach flutter in anticipation. It was the same look Abby often got before dragging her into some wild adventure.
Maggie felt a familiar thrill at the thought—of spontaneity, of possibilities. But this time, it was different. This time, she was the one who might be the instigator.
The bar’s music pulsed through the air, the bass vibrating in Maggie’s chest as she took another sip of her drink. The tart citrus lingered on her tongue, sharp and bright against the warmth of the alcohol. She watched as Eva leaned into Liza, their fingers entwined, their laughter low and intimate. The sight sent a familiar ache through her—one she had spent years ignoring, burying beneath textbooks and late-night study sessions.
But now, she was learning to listen to it. To let it guide her, to let it lead her where it would. And right now, it was leading her toward Leo.
She glanced at the time on her phone—nearly 10 PM. The bar was getting louder, the air thicker with the scent of spilled drinks and sweat. Eva and Liza were still wrapped up in each other, their whispers growing more heated by the minute. Maggie smiled, watching them, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
"Okay, you two. One of you give me a good night dance, and then I'll leave you to your...devices." Maggie winked at the both of them. Liza popped off the bench in the booth , and put an arm around Maggie's waist, leading her to the dance floor. They danced together, sharing soft touches and even softer kisses. Maggie enjoyed feeling the muscles hidden beneath Liza's clothes and the taste of her mouth.
Liza's hands gently cupped Maggie's ass and Maggie purred against her. She leaned up and nipped Liza's neck, then whispered, "Go slow with Eva, baby. She's still working things out." Liza nods and squeezes Maggie's ass. "I know it, but she has strong ideas of what she is looking for. Better me than some stranger." Maggie nods back and kisses where she had just nipped. "I know it. I adore that you broke me until I returned the favor." Liza hisses at Maggie's words, then growls "Best tongue I ever had in my cunt."
Maggie leans back and tilts her head back in delighted laughter. After a moment she squeezes Liza's ass in return, then leads her back to the table where Eva waits for them. After kissing each of them softly, she tells them good night and heads back to her dorm.
When she opens the door, for the first time in a long time, there's only Abby stretched out on her bed, wearing a tiny pair of boyshorts. Maggie shots the door and locks it before pulling her clothes off and climbing on the bed on all fours and then sliding up Abby's body until their mouths are nearly touching. Maggie gives her a long soft kiss and lightly grinds her hips on Abby's shorts, as she whispers, "Feels like I haven't seen you in days, Abs. Miss me?" Abby grianed, her voice thick with desire as she arched her back, pressing her hips up to meet Maggie's grinding motion. "Fuck, you smell like tequila and trouble," she groaned, her hands sliding up Maggie's bare thighs to grip her ass, pulling her down harder against her body.
Maggie whimpered, her nipples hardening against Abby's chest as she rocked her hips in slow, deliberate circles. "I missed you too," she breathed, her lips brushing against Abby's jaw before trailing down her neck. "I missed the way you touch me. The way you make me feel like I’m the only thing that matters," Maggie whispered, her breath hot against Abby’s skin as she kissed a trail down her neck, her fingers tracing the edge of Abby’s boyshorts. Abby moaned, her hips bucking up, her fingers tangling in Maggie’s hair as she pulled her closer. "Fuck, Maggie, you’re driving me crazy," she growled, her voice rough with need.
Maggie smirked, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Abby’s shorts, teasing the soft skin just beneath. "Good," she murmured, her lips brushing against Abby’s collarbone. "Because I want you to fuck me until I can’t think straight." She bit down gently on Abby’s shoulder, her fingers finally hooking into the fabric and pulling it down, exposing Abby’s bare pussy. Abby gasped, her hips lifting off the bed as Maggie’s fingers traced slow circles around her clit. "Fuck, Maggie," she groaned, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. "You’re so fucking wet for me." Maggie smirked, her fingers sliding lower, teasing the entrance of Abby’s pussy. "I always am," she whispered, her lips brushing against Abby’s ear. "But I’m wetter when you touch me like this."
She slid two fingers inside Abby, her thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Abby gasped, her hips bucking up to meet Maggie’s touch. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. "Just like that, baby. Don’t stop."
Maggie smirked, her fingers working in and out of Abby in a steady rhythm. "You like that, don’t you?" she murmured, her lips brushing against Abby’s neck. "You like feeling me inside you, stretching you open."
Abby nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hips grinding against Maggie's fingers. Don't stop." Abby's fingers tightened in Maggie’s hair, pulling her closer. "I love it," she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet Maggie’s touch. "I love feeling you inside me. I love the way you fuck me." Maggie's fingers moved faster, her thumb circling Abby's clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Maggie lightly nipped at Abby's jaw. She whispered, "Everything I know about pleasing a woman, you taught me, Abby." Abby's hips bucked up to meet her touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Don't stop."
Maggie giggles lightly against Abby's neck, then bites lightly. She whispers around Abby's neck in her teeth, "Does it feel like I'm stopping any time soon?" Maggie's fingers slide in and out of Abby's cunt, her thumb circling Abby's clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Abby's hips buck up to meet her touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck, yes," she moans, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair.
Maggie's fingers move faster, her thumb circling Abby's clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Maggie lightly nips at Abby's jaw. Abby's fingers tighten in Maggie’s hair, pulling her closer. "I love it," she gasps, her hips bucking up to meet Maggie’s touch.
Abby’s fingers tighten in Maggie’s hair, pulling her closer. "Don’t stop," she moans, her hips grinding against Maggie’s fingers. "Fuck, yes, just like that, baby." Maggie breathes warmly and softly against Abby's neck. Then she whispers, a little urgently, "Come for me, Abs. Then I can put my mouth in your delicious cunt. Wouldn't you like that?"
Abby nods breathlessly. "I love when you eat me out, Maggie-Moo." Her hips move with the same rhythm as Maggie's fingers, chasing the climax she can sense approaching.
Maggie’s breath hitches as she watches Abby’s body respond, the way her thighs tremble, the way her back arches off the bed. Maggie’s free hand slides up Abby’s stomach, her fingers teasing the soft skin just beneath her breasts before cupping one, squeezing gently. "You’re so fucking beautiful like this," Maggie murmurs, her lips brushing against Abby’s ear. "So wet for me. So ready to come."
Abby moans, her hips bucking up to meet Maggie’s touch. "Fuck, yes," she gasps, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair.
"I love it. I love feeling you inside me." She whispers, "Oh fuck, Maggie. I can feel it...so close!" Abby's cunt squeezes firmly against Maggie's fingers, her thighs trembling as she chases the orgasm building inside her. Maggie's fingers curl inside her, her thumb pressing down on Abby's clit in slow, deliberate circles. "That's it, baby," Maggie whispers, her lips brushing against Abby's ear. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my fingers."
Abby's breath hitches, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her. She moans, her fingers tightening in Maggie's hair as her hips grind against Maggie's hand. "Fuck, Maggie!" she gasps, her voice rough with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Maggie—yes, just like that—"
Maggie feels Abby’s pussy clench around her fingers, the walls fluttering as she comes hard, her thighs trembling around Maggie’s wrist. Abby’s back arches off the bed, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair as she moans, her voice broken and breathless. "Fuck—oh fuck—Maggie—"
Maggie doesn’t stop. She keeps her fingers buried deep inside Abby, her thumb still circling her clit, drawing out every last shudder of her orgasm. Abby’s hips buck wildly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she rides out the pleasure, her body trembling beneath Maggie’s touch.
The scent of her arousal, thick and intoxicating, fills the air between them. Maggie’s fingers are slick with Abby’s juices, her thumb still pressing down on her clit in slow, deliberate circles, drawing out every last shudder of her orgasm.
"Fuck, Maggie—" Abby moans, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair, pulling her closer. "Don’t stop—please don’t stop—"
Maggie gently removes her fingers and then begins licking them clean before Abby's hooded eyes. She murmurs, her voice low and husky, "You taste so good, Abs. Now I'm going to go to the source." Maggie grins wickedly as she slides down Abby's body, her lips leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs. Abby shivers beneath her, her fingers tangling in Maggie’s hair as she pulls her closer. "Fuck, yes," she moans, her hips lifting off the bed, her body trembling with anticipation. "Eat my pussy, Maggie. Make me come again."
Maggie’s breath hitches as she settles between Abby’s thighs, her fingers spreading Abby’s folds apart, exposing her glistening cunt. The sight of her—so wet, so ready—makes Maggie’s own pussy throb with need. She leans in, her breath hot against Abby’s slick flesh, and exhales a slow, deliberate stream of air, watching as Abby shivers beneath her.
"Fuck, Maggie—" Abby moans, her hips lifting off the bed, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. "Don’t tease me—"
Maggie smirks, her lips brushing against the inside of Abby’s thigh, her tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of her skin. "Oh, I’m not teasing," she murmurs, her voice thick with hunger. "I’m just savoring you."
And then, without warning, she dives in.
Her tongue laps at Abby’s clit, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her—sweet and musky, like honey and salt. Abby gasps, her hips jerking up, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. "Fuck—Maggie—yes—"
Maggie hums against her, the vibration sending Abby’s hips bucking harder. She licks and sucks, her tongue swirling around Abby’s clit in slow, teasing circles before pressing down, flattening against it, grinding against it like she’s fucking her with her mouth. Abby’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her thighs trembling around Maggie’s head.
"Fuck, Maggie—yes—just like that—" she moans, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair, directing her actions. Maggie hums against her, the vibration making Abby’s hips jerk up, her body trembling with need. Abby whimpers, and Abby feels a kind of pity for her. She lifts up and spins her body 180 degrees, then settles her own juicy pussy on Abby's mouth. Abby doesn't hesitate, grasping Maggie's buttocks and squeezing them as she pulls Maggie's cunt to her mouth, licking feverishly.
Maggie moans, her hips bucking as Abby's tongue laps at her clit, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Then leans down again, fucking Abby's pussy with her tongue as Abby sucks on her clit. The only sound in the room is wet sharing and low-pitched moans.
Abby’s tongue swirls around Maggie’s clit, her fingers digging into Maggie’s hips as she pulls her down harder, deeper. Maggie’s own tongue laps at Abby’s pussy, her lips sealing around the swollen flesh, sucking hard as Abby’s hips buck wildly beneath her.
"Fuck, Maggie—fuck—" Abby gasps, her thighs trembling as she tries to keep her mouth on Maggie’s clit, her tongue flicking faster, harder. Maggie’s hips grind down, her own breath hitching as pleasure coils tight in her belly.
"Oh god, Abby—fuck—" Maggie moans, her fingers sliding down to press against Abby’s entrance, teasing, circling.
Abby’s hips jerk up, her mouth still locked onto Maggie’s clit, sucking hard, her tongue flicking in rapid, desperate strokes. The dual sensation—Abby’s tongue on her clit, her own fingers teasing Abby’s dripping cunt—sends Maggie spiraling, her thighs trembling as pleasure coils tight in her belly.
Abby’s fingers dig into Maggie’s ass, pulling her down harder, her tongue working Maggie’s clit in relentless circles. Maggie gasps, her own fingers sliding inside Abby’s pussy, curling upward to stroke the spot that makes her whimper.
"Fuck—Maggie—oh god—" Abby moans, her hips bucking wildly, her mouth still locked onto Maggie’s clit, sucking hard, her tongue flicking in rapid, desperate strokes.
Maggie’s fingers work in and out of Abby’s cunt, her thumb pressing down on her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Abby’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her thighs trembling around Maggie’s wrist. "Fuck, yes—just like that—don’t stop—" she moans, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair, pulling her closer.
Abby comes first, squirting mostly in Maggie's mouth but also on her face and neck. Delighted, Maggie comes too, not spraying but trickling her juices into Abby's mouth. Abby swallows greedily.
The Maggie lazily turns around and the two of them slowly kiss and lick the remnants of their juices from each other's faces before settling down for a long slow makout session. At one point, Abby tilts her head back and murmurs, "Yeah, I missed you a lot, baby girl."