"Why are you sitting way over there?"
Marcy grinned at the text. It was from her girlfriend, Bonnie, who was currently sitting across from her at the airport. They were waiting at the crowded departure gate with the rest of their team to board a plane to MIT for the robotics competition.
"Sorry," she texted back. "I got distracted because SOMEONE hasn't stopped texting me since we got off the bus, and when I looked up, all the other seats were taken."
"So?" Bonnie grinned. "Get over here and tell Amy to fuck off and sit somewhere else. Or just come sit on my lap."
"I don't think Coach Sam would like that."
"Who cares what she likes, I want you on top of me."
Marcy looked around to make sure no one was looking at her phone. Bonnie's texts had been escalating from playful to explicit, and she was a little worried someone would see.
"Well," she responded, "maybe they'll let us share a room."
"Fuck me, that would be amazing." Bonnie winked at her. "I'd keep you up all night. You could send me home covered in hickeys."
"You're making it hard to think about anything else."
"I can't help it, you're so fucking hot."
Unconsciously, Marcy ran a hand through her dark hair. She'd recently gotten an overtly queer asymmetric cut and had been worried about what Bonnie, always the more traditionally femme of the two, would think. Turns out, she had nothing to worry about.
"Hey," Bonnie sent, "guess what I'm wearing?"
Knowing Marcy would immediately look up, Bonnie casually stretched, her crop top lifting just enough to tease a glimpse of pink lace. She was wearing the sexy longline bra they'd bought together on a memorable shopping trip that had ended with a lap dance in the dressing room.
"I love the way that looks on you," Marcy texted, "It turns me on so much."
"Good, because your leather jacket gets me wet."
"Be patient, Bon-bon."
"I don't want to be patient. I want you to pull my hair."
Marcy shifted in her seat as Bonnie shot her a wicked look, licking her lips as she adjusted her ponytail, tugging her blonde hair back just a bit harder than necessary.
"Stop!" Marcy mouthed the word, glancing nervously at Coach Sam, a few seats away, worried they'd get caught. Bonnie just grinned and picked up her phone.
"I need your fingers."
"Fuck, Bonnie."
"Yeah, fuck Bonnie! Now you're getting it."
"You're gonna get it," she texted, weakly.
"Get what? Your head between my thighs?"
Marcy squeezed her legs together, uncomfortably aware of how aroused she was becoming.
"Bonnie, please," she texted. "I can't make it through the flight if you get me all worked up."
Marcy shot her a pleading look. Bonnie gave her an understanding smile. Then she stood up and started walking away, tucking her phone into the back pocket of her jean shorts.
"Bonnie," Coach Sam called, "Where are you going?"
"Just to the bathroom," she replied without stopping.
"Okay, well, listen for our flight announcement, we should be boarding soon!"
Marcy took a deep breath and tried to clear her head. Now that Bonnie was done texting, it was time to slow things down and make it through the flight.
Her phone buzzed again.
It was a photo of Bonnie from the bathroom stall. She was lifting her shirt and sticking out her tongue. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin lace of her bra.
"Come see how wet I am."
Fuck. Two more texts came one after another.
"Push me against the wall."
"Suck on my nipples."
She checked the time. Their flight would start boarding in ten minutes. They'd have to be quick. She responded with a running emoji and stood up.
"Last stall, hurry." Bonnie texted back.
"Marcy," Coach Sam warned as she walked away.
"I know, I know, I'll be quick!" She broke into a jog.
Miraculously, the bathroom was nearly deserted. Almost all the stalls were unoccupied, and there was only one woman in a nice suit washing her hands.
Marcy walked straight to the last stall. The door was closed but not locked, and she opened it to find Bonnie grinning at her.
They fell into each other's arms, Marcy fumbling to lock the door, then pushing her girlfriend against the wall, urgently kissing her. They were both flooded with lust.
"Oh, fuck, I'm glad you came," Bonnie gasped, stifling a squeal as Marcy reached under her crop top to squeeze her nipples.
"How could I not?" Marcy whispered, "You're so goddamn sexy, and you've been teasing me."
"I wasn't teasing, I'm yours," she purred, reaching under Marcy's leather jacket to caress her sides and chest. "And I need your fingers."
Remembering how little time they had, Marcy unbuttoned Bonnie's shorts and reached into her panties. She was already squirming as Marcy worked a finger between her lips. As promised, she was already wet.
"Please," Bonnie whispered. But Marcy paused, making eye contact as she reached her other hand up to grip Bonnie's ponytail. She nodded, and Marcy pulled, gently at first, but increasingly firmly, tipping her head back, before finally slipping her finger inside.
Bonnie immediately started gasping as Marcy fingered her and sucked on her neck. She arched her back, desperate for more. Marcy felt her lust surging as she released Bonnie's hair and added a second finger.
Panting with each thrust of her fingers, Bonnie tugged up Marcy's shirt and began kissing down her chest, scooping a breast from her strappy black bra.
"We don't have long," Marcy exhaled, fingers buried in her girlfriend's soaking pussy.
"Rub my clit," Bonnie panted, closing her lips around the brunette's nipple.
Marcy shifted her hand, pressing her palm against the sensitive bud. Bonnie rolled her hips, grinding against the pressure, moaning into Marcy's breast, and moving urgently towards her release. Marcy moved her hand faster until Bonnie suddenly went stiff, releasing her nipple with a wet sound and gasped into her cleavage.
Feeling her need surging, Marcy pulled her hand out and pushed Bonnie back against the wall, frantically kissing her. Urgently, she pulled up Bonnie's top, wet fingers squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric, leaving her moaning and grabbing Marcy's ass to pull her closer, grinding against her thigh--when they suddenly heard the final boarding announcement for their flight.
Laughing, they pulled their clothes back into place and ran out of the stall holding hands.
It was a very long flight, not made any easier by her damp underwear and the lingering scent of Bonnie on her fingers. Their seats were far apart, and she spent most of the time watching videos on her phone, trying to distract herself.
When they finally arrived at the dorms that MIT provided, Marcy was disappointed but not surprised that the coaches put her and Bonnie in separate rooms. She was sharing a room with Rylie, and Bonnie was next door with Amy.
Her first stop was the restroom, to change into a dry pair of underwear, sports bra, soft t-shirt, and lounge pants.
By eleven, Rylie was already in bed wearing a sleep mask, but Marcy was still too wound up to sleep. It was hours earlier than she normally went to bed. She found herself sitting on top of the covers, screwing around on her phone.
It buzzed with a text from Bonnie: "Still awake?"
"Yeah, I can't sleep this early." She grinned and added, "Plus, you got me all worked up earlier."
"Sorry, not sorry. You look so fucking hot in that leather jacket."
"When do you think we can be alone again? Sucks they wouldn't let us share a room. No love for the gays, I guess."
"Soon, I hope. I can't stop thinking about the way you took me at the airport."
"I couldn't stop thinking about you during the flight."
"Mmm tell me more." Marcy could imagine Bonnie purring as she said it.
She shot a look toward her roommate, trying to judge if she was asleep yet. Rylie was rolled away, facing the wall, and breathing slowly... but then she scratched her arm and adjusted her pillow.
"I was thinking about your lips around my nipple."
"You're so fucking sexy."
"Thinking about how you moved against me when I put my fingers in you."
"I love your fingers."
"Thinking about what I would do next."
"Tell me."
"I want to take off your top and push you down on the bed and suck on your tits."
"Yesss. What then?"
"Kiss my way down your front and pull your panties down just enough to lick you."
"That's hot. I love seeing you look up at me from between my legs. I want to run my fingers through your hair."
"I'd pull your underwear off and finger you while I lick your clit. I won't stop until you have to scream into a pillow."
"Mmm, I want that so bad. When you're done, I wa"
