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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Mean_Girls_(2004)
  Relationship:
      Regina_George/Karen_Smith
  Character:
      Regina_George, Karen_Smith, Aaron_Samuels
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Confusion, High_School, Pre-Series, Oral_Sex
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_XV_(The_Ides_of_Porn)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-06 Words: 1072
****** You Are Doomed to Be Undone ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Let's do something fun. Let's lie to ourselves.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
               “You want me to come over?”
               Karen’s voice was tinny and far away, and Regina found herself
nodding before she realized Karen couldn’t see her. Maybe stupidity was
catching.
                “Yeah. If you want to, or whatever. Like, I don’t need you to,
or anyth-“
                “I’ll be over in like thirty minutes, kay sweetie? I’ll bring
Taco Bell.”
                Karen may be the dumbest girl she knew, but when Regina let her
phone click shut, she felt better already.
                What did she need Aaron for anyway?
:
                “Hey.” Karen said, letting herself into the room without
knocking. That’s how Regina always knew it was Karen, since her mom was
religious about knocking since she’d found Dad banging the Asian lady from
across the street. It seemed stupid to blame it on the door, but it meant she
could do whatever she wanted and not be interrupted without warning which was
nice.
                She had been painting her nails, a deep purple (‘Royalty wears
purple.’ Gretchen had said, her voice a satisfied flounce to match the new
dress, but when Regina had claimed the color the next year as her own, she
didn’t let out a peep) but Karen was there, bearing a small bag of cheese and
grease sure to make her fatter.
                It wasn’t like Karen thought of these things.
                That’s why Regina kept her around. She was harmless.
                “Come here.” Regina called. “I want a hug.”
                Karen didn’t think anything of hugging her, or touching her.
She was always open arms, but never around other people. The first time they’d
‘hugged’, Regina had been in a panic. Karen had held her close, and said her
mom said it didn’t count. They were both girls, and so it didn’t mean anything.
                Regina had nodded, teary eyed, and let Karen kiss her, knowing
that was a lie. Karen was too stupid to know it that was all.
                Karen dropped the bag carelessly on her vanity, toeing off her
shoes in the doorway, and stepped forward, her walk more bounce than stride.
                Karen had grown tits first out of all of them, and Regina had
been jealous for all of a week. And then Karen had told her that girls with
bigger tits sometimes had less sensation, and she’d felt better. She didn’t
know if it was true, like most of what Karen said, but she did know that her
boobs had started to ache and swell like a week later.
                Now she loved Karen’s chest. She had soft nipples, the color of
caramel, and she would sigh, little breathy noises when Regina mouthed at them.
Karen said hers were prettier, because they were pink, but Regina didn’t really
care.
                Things between her and Karen weren’t ever really a competition
anymore.
                “Poor baby.” Karen whispered, sitting next to her on the bed,
and pulling Regina into her. Regina let herself be maneuvered without a fuss.
Karen smelled like the pineapple soap she’d been buying since like sixth grade,
and the pine air freshener she kept in her car. Regina let her head lay
pillowed on Karen’s chest, feeling the edges of her heart ache.
                She’d liked Aaron. He had been sweet, and genuine, and he
didn’t look at her like she was just T and A, or brainless fluff. He’d looked
at her like she was a human being, and it made her realize she didn’t have a
lot of people who did that for her.
                She was Regina fucking George. She didn’t need anybody.
                “It’s stupid.” She snuffled, and Karen was petting her hair
now, long soothing strokes from her temple to her back. “I’m the one who left
him.”
                “Yeah but you had to.” Karen said, her voice practical but
comforting. “If you’d kept dating him, you would have lost cred.”
                “Yeah.”
                He’d looked fucking miserable when she had told him, and she
just walked away. He was the first boy she’d bothered to break up face to face
with, though. Normally she told them over the phone, Karen and Gretchen
listening in on the other line, trying not to giggle, while she poured every
vicious thing she had ever thought in passing out of her mouth, like poison
straight into their ear.
                She was glad Karen wasn’t a boy. She’d have had to leave her
too. High school was a bitch.
                She pulled away a little, and swayed forward, catching Karen’s
heart shaped face between her hands. Her eyes were blank, the sweetest sky
blue, and she was smiling slightly in that passive way she had. Regina leaned
in slowly, pressing a kiss to her mouth, and Karen’s lips felt impossibly lush
beneath her own. She tasted sticky, like lipgloss.
                Sometimes Regina jokingly made her flavor of the week put on
some of her lipgloss, and then would kiss them. They’d be too fucking grateful
to be touching her to think about it, and she’d imagine she was kissing Karen
for the first time again, sitting on the pier, thirteen and sticky with
Popsicle and lipgloss.
                It always made her wet, and boys loved it when a girl got wet
easily.
                “Come here, baby.” Karen said, and Regina let herself be tugged
into Karen’s soft love. “Let me make you feel better.”
                Karen was kissing down her neck, tugging her shirt up, pulling
her skirt down. Regina watched her ceiling fan spin, thinking about when she
could take Aaron back, thinking about what she would wear tomorrow to school.
                Karen’s tongue slid slick and hot over her clit, and Regina let
out a breathy moan, her hand fisting in the sheets beside her. Aaron hadn’t
made her feel like this, though she hadn’t really given him the chance.
She didn’t think he could. Some things were just Karen.
                Later, sated and sleepy, Regina would get up and turn on the
TV. Karen would be sprawled across the foot of her bed like an exotic pet, only
wearing boy shorts, and Regina would fetch the cold quesadilla Karen had
brought. They’d split it, watching E!, and Karen would make her laugh when she
asked silly things about what they were talking about.
                It didn’t mean anything though.
                They knew that.
                Everyone knew that.
                Regina let her other hand fist in Karen’s long, blonde hair,
pushing her cunt more firmly against the other girls face, feeling her mouth
speed up in response.
                It couldn’t mean anything. Regina wouldn’t let it.
                Then she’d never have to stop.
End Notes
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