Secret make out seshs? Late night fucks? Casual relationships? That was all Cate was down for. She knew what your sexuality was, despite being straight, she was still your bestfriend, but Luke had already claimed her before you had. But that’s fine, right? Whatever you two had was only casual, for her atleast.

Hidden in the backseat of your car in the campus’ parking space, windows fogged and your shirt slipping off your shoulder, Cate had already marked your neck like a dog marking its territory on ground. Your hands tangled in her now tousled messy blonde hair as her gloved hands dug into your milky soft thighs—she was a mess for you.

She had straddled your lap and was atleast making out with you until midnight, her hand pressed up against the window leaving a handprint.

“Oh, baby.” She’d whine out, feeling your lips on her neck made her itch with desire and lust. “Oh yeah right there.” She’d groan in relief as your teeth nibbled against a particularly sensitive spot not even her own boyfriend could reach.

Despite all this, you two are still friends, it’s casual, right?