Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. It takes place around Season 4, when both girls are 18.
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"Nancy Wheeler is such a priss."
Robin Buckley remembered grumbling those words several times to her best friend, Steve Harrington, and even more times in her own head. She also hadn't seen what Steve, and everyone else, saw in her. Because sure, she was ridiculously pretty, but she was so stuck up she probably didn't even know the meaning of the word fun. And she would certainly never be fun to date.
Hell, guys probably had to bend over backwards just so they could hold her hand. Not that Robin really cared. After all, Nancy Wheeler wasn't the kind of girl to even consider other girls an option. Hell, if she knew the truth about Robin, Robin would be screwed, because the bitch would out her to everyone.
Although, it wasn't possible to still think that way now, given that Nancy Wheeler was on top of her, and they were lying on top of her bed, in the middle of an intense make out session. Hell, Robin could only think coherently right now, because Nancy had moved away from her lips so she could concentrate on her neck, even biting so hard down on it was like she was trying to leave a mark.
Which led Robin feeling incredibly guilty. She knew Steve was still pining after Nancy, and that Nancy had only just broken up with her boyfriend. But she just couldn't help herself. God, as soon as Nancy Wheeler had nervously kissed her, all her talk of disliking this girl, and loyalty to her best friend, went completely out the window.
Seriously, how did prissy little Nancy Wheeler get this good at kissing? And why did Robin have to melt every time Nancy so much as looked at her, let alone touched her? God, it was so embarrassing. But unfortunately, she had gone into a big gay panic every time she thought a girl might actually be interested in her, and now she actually had a girlfriend, instead of finally beginning to cool she became even more of a mess.
And the most embarrassing thing about it, was that Nancy wasn't the same way. No, somehow Nancy Wheeler of all people was effortlessly confident, not only pinning Robin down and kissing her senseless, but she was actually the first to reach underneath the other shirt to touch the skin underneath, even slide her fingertips upwards, to her tits.
"Oh God!" Robin cried out, embarrassingly breaking their latest kiss.
"What's wrong?" Nancy frowned, "Don't you want too?"
"Don't I want to what?" Robin asked, almost instantly feeling ridiculously stupid, given the look that Nancy gave her.
"You know..." Nancy pushed teasingly, emphasizing her words by ever so slightly cupping Robin's right boob more firmly.
Which made it hard for Robin to think for a few long seconds, then she whimpered, "You, you really want too?"
"Yes." Nancy insisted, and then after a brief pause, gently pushed, "Look, I know I don't have Robin Buckley experience, but I've researched the female anatomy, and I'm confident I won't disappoint."
"Of course you have." Robin laughed, vividly imagining Nancy Wheeler reading clinical books on women's bodies to prepare for this. Then she frowned, and questioned, "Robin Buckley experience?"
"What? You haven't heard the rumours about you?" Nancy questioned with a raised eyebrow, before quickly adding, "Oh, don't worry. There's gossip about at least half the school being gay. No one actually knows for sure. Well, except for Steve and me, and who ever else you told. But that's okay, because we like you just the way you are."
"Because I would be so screwed." Robin grumbled.
"Me too." Nancy reminded her.
There was a brief, awkward pause, then Robin asked, "So, what do they say about me?"
"That you've fucked like half the girls in school." Nancy said bluntly, "I mean, I know most of them aren't true, but at least some of them have to be. Isn't there? Or are you saying this is your first time?"
Which made Robin blush furiously, and protest, "I..."
"Oh my God, it is!" Nancy exclaimed, "Ha, and you called me a priss."
"Yeah, well... it's not like you and Steve really, ah fuck!" Robin tried to protest, only to be cut off by more attention to her boob.
"Oh, but we did." Nancy insisted with a grin, leaning back into Robin's personal space, "But I don't want to talk about it now. Mmmmmmmmm, in fact, I don't want to talk at all. I just want to fuck you."
Which had Robin whimpering again, and then softly gasping, "Nancy."
"But if you want to stop, at any time, we can stop." Nancy quickly reassured.