Slumming It

TITLE: Slumming It
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Pinky/Zoe
NOTE: You have no idea how hard it was to resist sneaking the line "What are we going to do tonight, Zoe?" into this story. I mean, Pinky is surprisingly likeable for a spoiled little princess, but some tendencies are just very strong.


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Pinky felt nervous, which was just stupid. It was just a stupid date, nothing special. She'd been on lots of dates. OK, so most of them had been with one of her cousins or just someone whose family had lots of money, but she'd gone out with the economically challenged before. Just once, granted, but she had. So really, there was no need to be nervous. It would be just like any other date.

Well... any other date that had been with a girl.

Which, so far, had been right around... well... none.

Pinky hadn't really expected the invitation, although she figured she shouldn't have been that surprised. If any girl in Bullworth was hot enough to turn other girls gay it would be her. And Mandy. And probably Lola too. And maybe Christy. Oh, and Zoe. Obviously Zoe. But other than them she was totally the only girl at Bullworth who could cause lesbian curiosity in straight girls. Totally.

The movie theatre came into view and Pinky could hear her heartbeat getting louder and louder. It was so stupid! It didn't mean anything and she was only doing it out of curiosity and she wasn't really... you know... like that anyway. She could totally turn around and walk away whenever she wanted to and she totally wouldn't regret it.

Maybe they'd be late. Yeah, maybe they'd stand her up like all those boys who'd taken her for granted. Then she could be justifiably angry at them and she'd never have to think about them ever again and everything could go back to normal.

Or maybe they were already leaning against the theatre's wall obviously waiting for her.

"Hey," Zoe greeted casually.

"Hi!" Pinky squeaked over the sudden rush of butterflies into her stomach. "I mean... hi."

Zoe smiled. "Nervous?"

"No," said Pinky. "Yes. I think I might be terrified."

Zoe reached out and gently stroked her arm. It felt... really nice. Unfairly so.

"Don't worry," she said. "Nothing's gonna happen." An impish grin spread across her face. "Nothing bad anyway," she added.

"Thanks," Pinky said pathetically, but feeling herself relax a little anyway. "So... what's going to happen now? I'm kind of new to this whole thing."

"Really? Hadn't noticed."

"Zoe."

"OK, OK, sorry," Zoe grinned. "Look, we're just gonna go in there, watch the movie and then... I dunno... we'll see."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that part," Pinky said. "But, uhm, who's going to pay for tickets?"

"I am," Zoe replied. "I asked you out so it's only fair."

"Yeah, but you're..."

"Poor?"

"I wasn't going to say that."

"Yeah you were."

"OK, I was, but only because it's true. And besides, I kind of want to... you know... pay. For the both of us."

Zoe tilted her head slightly and looked at her for far longer than Pinky was comfortable with.

"This isn't because I'm poor, is it?" the redhead said eventually. Then she smiled in a way that made the butterflies rush back in. "OK fine, I give in. You can pay for the whole thing."

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The inside of the movie theatre was almost completely empty, which was weird. Sequel the Movie had been great, so Pinky couldn't imagine why so few people came to see Sequel the Movie 2: The Return. OK, sure, the movie was in its second week now, but there should still be lots of people who'd want to see it, right?

Pinky felt Zoe take her hand and suddenly the question didn't really matter any more.

"How 'bout we find a quiet little spot in the back?" the redhead asked.

"Sounds good," Pinky replied.

Predictably, finding a quiet little spot wasn't that difficult and Pinky soon found herself sitting way in the back, below and possibly even behind the actual projector. The lights soon dimmed and as the first commercials appeared on the silver screen, Pinky felt really, really thrilled. But... for some reason... she wasn't thrilled about the fact that she was about to watch the continued struggles of the heroic Jack Steel and his much kidnapped girlfriend Venus against the nefarious comrade Ming von Gunther III, it was more because she was in a dark and almost empty room with a messily dressed Zoe right next to her. It was really bizarre. Any guy who'd taken her out to the movies before had better let her watch the film in peace and quiet or he would find his foot stamped upon heavily. But with Zoe she had a feeling she kind of wouldn't mind if she kept distracting her.

"Movie's starting," Zoe said.

"What?"

Pinky realised she'd been staring at the punk girl instead of the screen. Somehow she couldn't tear her eyes away from the redhead. Even though she was in the dark, or perhaps because she was in the dark, Zoe exuded a sense of... danger. Of... of not doing what your parents told you to. It was very... well, Pinky didn't quite know what it was, but it was very whatever it was. Sure, it was pretty seductive, but that wasn't all it was. She'd never felt anything like it when she'd gone out with boys her parents didn't approve of.

It was all very confusing, that's what it was.

But she kind of liked it that way.

Zoe turned to face her, smiling. "You know, if you don't want to watch the movie, I'm sure I can up with something more... fun."

"Like what?" Pinky asked, hoping her voice could be heard over her loudly hammering heart.

Zoe leaned closer. "Guess."

The kiss was not what Pinky had expected. True, she hadn't known what to expect, but if she would have had to make a predication she'd have said that Zoe was a rough and angry kisser. But she wasn't. Not right now, in any case. Zoe's lips were soft and gentle, almost hesitant. It was almost as if she was afraid she'd scare her away by being too aggressive. Which was a stupid notion, of course, and Pinky decided to prove it by putting her hand in the back of Zoe's hair and kissing her back passionately.

Someone moaned softly, but Pinky didn't know or care who it was. She did care about Zoe's lips parting ever so slightly so their tongues could meet and play almost feverlishly. Part of Pinky, probably totally disconnected from the heat Zoe kindled within her, pointed out that this was her very first date with a girl and already she was Frenching her in public. The rest of her rolled her eyes at it and then ignored it. Yeah, she was making out with a girl in public, but so what? She loved the feel of her lips and the playfulness of her tongue. She loved it so much she could feel something in her chest beginning to stir. It was burning and hot and... and powerful and... and... it was a... a need.

For Zoe.

Clothed, naked, didn't matter. She didn't care if she had her way with Zoe or if Zoe had her way with her, just so long as it was them.

Pinky jumped in her seat, abruptly breaking contact.

"What?" Zoe whispered. "Something wrong?"

"Ohmigod," Pinky hyperventilated. "Ohmigod."

"Calm down. What's wrong?" Zoe asked again as she gently took Pinky's arm.

"I..." Pinky breathed as she slowly calmed down. "I... I think I want to have sex with you," she whispered.

"Huh," said Zoe. "Well, at least you're honest about it."

"No, I mean... I've never felt like this before. Ever."

Zoe smiled. "That's sweet," she said. "Kind of."

"Sorry," Pinky said. "I totally should have thought before opening my mouth, but it just sort of happened you know, and..."

"Hey," Zoe said, putting her hand on Pinky's cheek. "If it helps, I wanna have sex with you too."

"Now?" Pinky asked.

Zoe grinned. "Sure, why not? There're only a couple of guys in front row throwing popcorn at the screen."

"Oh right," said Pinky. "There're people here."

"Better be quiet then."

Zoe kissed her again and this time she wasn't quite so soft and gentle. She wasn't rough and angry either, but she was determined and... yearning? Pinky couldn't quite place it, but she had a feeling Zoe wouldn't mind as long as she kissed her just as fervently. Which she was more than happy to do. Her tongue slipped out to meet Zoe's again and she felt the burning ache beginning to rise in her chest again. This time, however, she was pretty sure she had a word for it. It was lust. Pure, naked lust. And it was all for Zoe.

There was, however, one tiny little problem. They were in seperate chairs with a huge armrest between them. That totally wouldn't do. So, while doing her very best not to break lip contact with Zoe for even a single moment, Pinky moved from her chair and into the redhead's lap. Zoe, apparently, appreciated the move as she wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, deepening their kiss. Pinky couldn't begin to describe how great it felt to feel the heat of Zoe's body against her own, even if it was through an unfortunate layer of clothes. Not even the words 'totally awesome' came close to describing just how totally awesome the feeling was.

Pinky was so absorbed in her kiss with Zoe that she wasn't aware of anything else, except for the vague sounds of gunfire and an exciting musical score coming from very far away. She certainly wasn't aware of Zoe's hand moving slowly down her back or across her hips. She didn't even notice it briefly sliding across her leg. She only noticed it when it slipped underneath her blue skirt and pressed against her panties.

Pinky almost jumped again, but settled for tearing her lips away from Zoe's mouth.

"Zoe..." she breathed.

"Too quick?" Zoe asked.

Pinky could only shake her head in response.

"Good," Zoe grinned.

Pinky gasped as she felt Zoe's hand roam across the fabric. Heat filled her again, but instead of coming from her chest, it started out at her pussy and spread through her body at an alarming rate. She felt herself becoming wet as though her body had decided that seriously moist panties would make it so much easier for Zoe to pleasure her slit. Of course, getting wet wasn't the only help she was going to give. Without really thinking about, Pinky found her whole body beginning to writhe in the palm of Zoe's hand as though she wanted to make sure the redhead rubbed her at all the right spots. Then again, maybe she was, but if that was the case it would have to be out of a kind of instinctive lust that couldn't be bothered with conscious thought.

A sudden kiss briefly snapped Pinky out of her lustful descent.

"Don't make too much noise now," Zoe whispered.

"What?" Pinky breathed.

"You were starting to moan."

"I..." Pinky's breath caught in her throat for a moment as Zoe briefly rubbed her panties against her clit. "Didn't notice."

"I see."

Zoe put the hand that wasn't stimulating Pinky through her panties on the preppie's mouth. Pinky was about to protest when she felt her panties get pushed aside a little. Zoe's hand quickly smothered the lustful moan she couldn't stop coming from her throat when she felt the redhead's fingers against her now exposed wet flesh. She tried to stifle any further moans, but it was almost useless. Zoe's skilled fingers darted across her folds and teased her clit, causing pleasure to well up inside of her. It was as if she had to moan just to make sure the pleasure flooding through her body and into her lungs wouldn't drown her.

Lust blazed through Pinky's body, easily stirred up by Zoe's skilled fingers. She both her arms around the girl's neck and slouched in her lap, spreading her legs as far as her skirt would allow. Everything faded away as her senses succumbed to the pleasure. Even her own body was curiously distant and defined only by hot arousal. Only Zoe was still there, solid and real, the only she could hold on to even as she cast her further adrift on a sea of lust.

Writhing obscenely on Zoe's hand, Pinky leaned in and kissed the redhead hard. If her moans had to be smothered, she wanted them to be smothered by the girl's wonderful mouth.

Still, even with her tongue tied up with Zoe's Pinky couldn't quite stop a soft moan escaping into the theatre. Two of Zoe's fingers had found their way into her pussy and were now happily exploring her wet inner walls, causing whole new waves of pleasure to crash into her. Even better, or perhaps worse, as Zoe's fingers apparently sought her G-spot, her thumb was near her clit, softly rubbing against it. It was almost too much.

It was too much.

Even if she'd wanted to, Pinky couldn't contain her pleasure any longer. Zoe's fingers moving in and out of her combined with her gentle stimulation of her clit quickly drove her to orgasm. Pinky came, her whole body quivering with the surge of pleasure. Her first orgasmic moans were still silenced by Zoe's mouth, but the redhead soon had no choice but to clamp her hand over her mouth again. Pinky almost bit into it, but resisted the mindless urge and just gave herself over to the pleasure pouring through her and out of her.

Eventually Pinky came down from her high and she slumped slightly, leaning her head against Zoe's chest and breathing heavily.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Wow is right," Zoe agreed.

"That was... so amazing. I... wow."

Zoe softly stroked her hair. "Any time."

"Any..."

A thought occurred to Pinky. It was a... naughty one. Then again, she'd just let another girl finger her in a movie theatre, so perhaps she would have to adjust her perspective on what was naughty and what wasn't. But regardless of whether it was naughty or not it did make her feel... tingly.

Pinky took Zoe's wrist and brought her hand up to her face. She looked at the faint shimmering of her own juices on the girl's for a brief moment before opening her mouth and lapping at them like a cat.

"What...?" Zoe began.

Pinky looked at her with an impish grin on her face. "Not bad," she purred. "But now I'm curious about yours. So how about we head back to the dorm so I can have a taste?"

Zoe stared at her for a moment before her face broke into a grin as well. "Sounds like a plan," she said.