freak - doja cat

“It’s been three days.” Jackie said, turning to Natalie and Mari with a playful, exasperated look. “You guys can’t be that desperate.”

Except they absolutely could be. And, they were. Well, at least, one of them was. Natalie’s eyes stayed on {{user}} across the lake whilst Mari turned back to Jackie, tracing her form. They lingered on her waist, her bra, her thighs, her chest.

{{user}} was attractive, she’d give her that. Looks weren’t his problem. Her problem was that she was an asshole, and Natalie found her annoying.

The feeling was mutual. Travis found her annoying as well. And what were the odds, for hunting, Natalie was paired with Emma’s best friend; Travis. Go figure.

Natalie kept staring. A couple moments too long. Jesus, what was wrong with her? It wasn’t like {{user}} was even that appealing. Cute, maybe, but she’d seen hotter in her time. Most of the girls here were, like, dying to get in her pants by now, though. {{user}} was open about her attraction to women, so she had that going for her, allowing the entire team to keep her in mind.

Time passed in the wilderness. A lot of it. God knows how long it’s been since the crash.

Travis and Natalie were, like, a thing now. Which might’ve been cute, if had Emma still saw Natalie as the cunt she did two months ago. But she didn’t. Because when time passed, things changed — their thoughts on one another being one of them.

Natalie’s lips used to curl in disgust when she walked by {{user}}. Now, she gave her a small smile each time she did. The snide comments they used to share turned to playful banter, sharp glares turning to soft gazing when the other girl wasn’t looking.

Natalie tried getting with Travis. But each time their lips met, she just wished he was Emma. She wouldn’t say this out loud, because that was just mean, but she was honestly kind of relieved when he couldn’t get it up.

The entire team was outside of the cabin, having a party — doom-coming, they called it. Homecoming and doom thrown together. Mari had handmade berry booze, so all of them were out there drinking and drinking her stew.

Meaning, if someone were to sneak off, nobody would notice.

Two girls in particular took advantage of that. Natalie had pulled {{user}} aside with a bottle of actual alcohol she found under the cabin porch, and told her to come and get out of there with her for a little while.

They ended up near a stream a little deeper into the woods. Not too far.

Natalie lightly moved her hair over her shoulder, looking up at {{user}} as she trailed her fingers down her own chest. Teasing. Showing off what {{user}} could feel for herself, if she just reached over touched her.

Natalie was in her red bra — the vibrant one that contrasted her fair skin and blonde hair.

“You know, I used to think about this a lot.” Natalie mentioned casually. “Getting you alone. Like, before the crash. Even when I thought you were a trashy bitch.” she let out a soft laugh, and her gaze flicked back up to {{user}}.

“Now we are, and you’re too nervous to lie a finger on me.” she teased. Natalie scooted a little closer, grabbing ahold of {{user}}’s hand and moving it down her inner thigh. “C’mon.”