gateway drug

Bela sat alone in her suite, sprawled out on the couch, flipping through all of the streaming platforms she had stolen Leighton’s log-in for on her laptop. With all the time she spent avoiding her schoolwork and days spent where she just didn’t feel like getting out of bed, there wasn’t anything appealing to her that she hadn’t already seen. Without warning, Taylor walked into the suite. She looked tired but still had that signature confidence that Bela adored so much about her as she tossed her bag onto the floor and sat on the couch next to her favorite person.

Taylor had left relatively quickly after their kiss the night before, claiming she had a lot of homework to do and they hadn’t spoken since aside from their usual good morning texts and conversations about how their day was going.

“Hey, Taylor,” Bela called out without looking up, used to the girl just letting herself into the dorm. “What’s your opinion on horror movies? Specifically, ones with lots of blood but also peak comedy?” She asked, finally looking up at Taylor with a smirk.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, leaning on the back of the couch. She hated horror movies and worst of all, the gorey ones. Something about seeing loads of blood splattered everywhere made her queasy, but she would never admit that out loud unless necessary. And who was she to deny a night with Bela, even if it meant she would have to pretend to have her eyes open for most of it. “Is this your subtle way of inviting me to waste my evening with you?”

“Waste? No, no, no. This is research,” Bela replied with a dramatic edge to her voice. “We need to see how much blood can be thrown around and the movie still be funny.”

Taylor smirked. “Uh-huh. And I suppose this research involves me sitting on this lumpy couch with you while you analyze every mediocre joke?”

“Exactly. Unless...” Bela looked up at her, eyes sparkling with mock seriousness. “You’re too scared to watch a horror movie.”

Taylor scoffed, crossing her arms. “Please. I’m not scared of anything.” This was a lie. A big fat one at that. Taylor couldn’t imagine anything worse than a movie with blood and bad comedy.

Bela grinned, happy to be getting her way as she often did with the blonde. “Great. Then it’s a date.”

“Not a date,” Taylor corrected quickly. A date with Taylor consisted of a lot more than watching a bad movie on a lumpy couch. Ideally containing dinner, not paid for by her, a cute outfit, and a good night kiss. Only the last box could possibly be checked during this.

“Sure,” Bela said, barely containing her smirk. “Not a date.” To Bela, this seemed like the perfect date. With anyone else it would include sex, but with Taylor, just being around her felt like the perfect night.

A few minutes later, Bela stood at her bedroom door, laptop in hand, and called out to Taylor, who was grabbing snacks from the room fridge.

“Change of plans! The couch is too uncomfortable for this much research. We’re moving to the bed. It’s purely for science, of course.”

Taylor peeked her head around the corner, looking at Bela with suspicion. “Uh-huh. You’re not just trying to get me in your bed?”

“Please,” Bela said, rolling her eyes. “If I wanted to get you in my bed you would've been there ten minutes ago. Now hurry up, or I’ll start without you.”

Taylor hesitated for a moment, but her curiosity as to what terrible movie Bela had chosen—or maybe something else—took over. She grabbed the snacks, a bag of chips and some gummy bears she found, and made her way to Bela’s room, pretending not to notice the way her stomach did a little flip when Bela patted the space next to her on the bed.

“Come on, Tinkerbell,” Bela teased, which earned a signature eye roll from Taylor, and scooted over to make room. “Let’s see if you can handle an hour and a half of blood and awesome jokes.”

Taylor’s stomach started to hurt already and she sat down, keeping a little distance at first, but as the movie started and the room filled with silence aside from the sound of the movie starting, she found herself inching closer, their shoulders eventually brushing.

It wasn’t long before Taylor gave in completely, kicking off her shoes and relaxing against the headboard. Bela, triumphant but keeping her cool, passed Taylor a handful of gummy bears and turned up the sound slightly on the computer, the glow of the laptop screen reflecting the quiet comfort growing between them.

The movie started out innocently enough—witty dialogue, quirky characters that almost reminded Taylor of the girl sat beside her—but it didn’t take long for the gore to kick in. Bela was laughing hysterically at a particularly over-the-top scene involving a chainsaw and a poorly timed pun, but Taylor was uncharacteristically quiet.

Bela looked at her through the corner of her eye, noticing the way Taylor’s jaw tightened as fake blood splattered across the screen.

“You okay over there?” Bela asked, trying her best not to smirk.

“Totally,” Taylor said, her voice a little higher-pitched than usual.

“You sure? You look like you’re about to pass out.” Bela tried her hardest not to let out a soft laugh but failed. Could Taylor, the most unfazed person she knew, be scared of a little horror movie?

“I’m fine, Bela,” Taylor snapped quickly, crossing her arms over her chest as if that would somehow shield her from the unsettling feeling growing in her stomach. There was no way in hell she was about to let Bela find another thing to tease her about.

Bela grinned, leaning a little closer. “Wait a second... don’t tell me you’re squeamish?”

Taylor glared at her, cheeks flushing. “I’m not squeamish. I just think excessive gore is... lazy filmmaking.” Seemed like a good enough excuse, but Bela wasn’t buying it.

“Oh, totally,” Bela said, biting back a laugh. “I’m sure that’s the reason you’re turning green.”

“I’m not turning green,” Taylor muttered, sinking lower into the pillows as another gory scene unfolded.

Bela couldn’t help herself. “Wow, tough girl Taylor, defeated by some fake blood? I didn’t think I’d see the day.”

“Shut up, Bela,” Taylor grumbled, grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it.
Bela caught it easily, her laughter filling the room. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop. But for the record, this is the funniest thing I’ve seen all night.”

Taylor groaned but didn’t argue, trying to think of a way she could get herself out of this. “Okay this is just disgusting,” she said before pulling their shared blanket up and over her head. That was when she got her grand idea.

Bela chuckled and put her arm around Taylor, still with the blanket on her head, unaware of what the blonde had decided she was going to do next.

The movie continued for a few minutes longer and Bela felt Taylor’s hand begin to draw lazy circles on her stomach first over her shirt, then under.

"Taylor, what are you doing?" Bela asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of anticipation.

"I'm creating my own little world here," Taylor replied, her voice muffled by the blanket. "One where I don't have to witness this cinematic massacre. And maybe, I can show you my version of a thriller."

Bela's heart raced as she realized what Taylor was implying. She had usually always been the more adventurous one in the bedroom, initiating new experiences and pushing boundaries. But she had never been with someone as experienced as Taylor and this time, she was going to sit back and let the other girl's confidence overtake her. Taylor seemed determined to take the lead, and Bela was more than willing to let her.

"Oh, really?" Bela teased, her voice dripping with anticipation. "What kind of thrill are we talking?"

Taylor's head and hand emerged from under the blanket, reaching out to gently touch Bela's thigh, starting lower and slowly moving upwards. "The kind that makes you forget all about that movie and focus on me," she whispered, her breath hot against the fabric as she pushed the laptop aside and went back underneath the blanket.

As Bela felt Taylor's touch, a shiver ran down her spine. She leaned back into the pillows stacked behind her, her body already responding to the building anticipation. Taylor's fingers softly trailed upwards, inching towards the hem of Bela's sweatpants. With each inch, the atmosphere in the room quickly shifted, the tension becoming almost palpable.

Bela murmured, her voice hoarse with just how much she wanted the girl. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Taylor's hand paused, her fingers hovering just above the sensitive skin of Bela's inner thigh. "I want to show you how much I appreciate you,” she said with a smile, “most of the time,” she added with a smirk. “And I think I've found the perfect way to do that." Bela quickly pulled her sweatpants down to her knees, silently giving Taylor to go ahead to do whatever she pleased.

With that, Taylor fully disappeared beneath the blanket once again, leaving Bela's mind racing with possibilities. Moments later, she felt a gentle pressure against her knee, followed by the soft touch of Taylor's lips. Bela gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. Taylor was slowly making her way up her leg, planting delicate kisses along the way.

"Fuck," Bela breathed, her voice barely audible. She had never expected this, especially not during a horror movie. Sure, she hoped it would happen soon but she’d never been happier to be moving so quickly with someone. Taylor's tongue darted out, leaving a warm, wet trail on her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Taylor's movements were intentional and teasing. She took her time, savoring every inch of Bela's smooth, tanned skin. Her lips brushed against the sensitive spot behind Bela's knee, causing her to squirm with anticipation. As she inched closer to her target, Taylor's breath quickened, mingling with the warmth of Bela's skin.

Bela's mind was a blur of sensations. She had always known Taylor was sexually adventurous, but this level of boldness took her by surprise. The contrast between the gory movie and the intimate pleasure she was experiencing was surreal. As Taylor's lips reached the edge of her panties, Bela's breath caught in her throat.

With expert precision that could only be learned through practice, Taylor hooked her fingers into the waistband of Bela’s underwear, slowly pulling down the green lacy fabric. Bela's heart pounded in her chest, her body on fire with anticipation. Taylor's breath was hot against her exposed skin, and she could feel her girlfriend's excitement building. Wait, girlfriend? That was something to think about another time. Right now her mind was on one thing and one thing only.

Taylor paused, her lips hovering just above the damp fabric of Bela's underwear. "I want to show you just how much I like you, every inch of you," she murmured. "And I've been dying to get a taste."

Bela's eyes fluttered closed as Taylor's words sent a rush of heat through her body. She had always been vocal about her desires, but hearing Taylor express her own wants so boldly was a turn-on like no other. As Taylor's tongue traced the outline of her panties, Bela's hips involuntarily arched upwards, seeking more contact.

Taylor's mouth claimed the sensitive skin above Bela's panty line, her breath hot and moist. She teased the fabric, kissing and nipping gently, driving Bela wild with anticipation. With each touch, Bela's moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

"Oh my God, Taylor," Bela panted, her hands gripping the blanket. "I can't believe this is happening. You’re so fucking hot."

Taylor's response was a low, throaty chuckle, the vibrations of which sent shivers down Bela's spine. She pulled the damp fabric of Bela's panties to the side, exposing her glistening folds. “It seems you have prepared for me,” Taylor teased, observing that Bela had shaved, and recently at that. Her accent had never seemed hotter to Bela than it did in that sentence. The sight of Bela's arousal sent a surge of desire through Taylor's body, and she dove in without hesitation.

Bela cried out as Taylor's tongue made contact with her clit, the sensation almost overwhelming. Taylor's mouth was a force of nature, licking and sucking with an expertise that left Bela breathless. She used her lips and tongue to tease and torment, driving Bela to the brink of orgasm already.

"Fuck, yes!" Bela exclaimed, her hips bucking against Taylor's mouth. "You're so fucking good at this."

Taylor's only response was a deep, throaty moan, her mouth never leaving Bela's throbbing clit. She sucked and lapped, her tongue flicking against Bela's sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Bela's hands fisted the blanket, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to hold on.

The sensations were intense, unlike anything Bela had experienced before. Taylor's enthusiasm and skill were evident in every lick and suck, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Bela's body trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she teetered on the verge of orgasm.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna… Oh my God," Bela stammered, her voice cracking with the effort of holding back.

Taylor seemed to sense Bela’s closeness, and she doubled her efforts, her tongue working feverishly. She sucked Bela's clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and then released it with a pop, only to start all over again.

Bela's body arched off the bed, her back bowing as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the small room, thanking God that nobody else was home, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Taylor's name was repeated, an indication of the incredible sensation she was experiencing.

As Bela's body trembled in the aftermath, Taylor continued her assault, gently now, licking and kissing the sensitive skin, drawing out every last drop she had left in her. Bela's legs shook, her body boneless as she lay sprawled on the bed, the blanket still covering Taylor.

After a few moments, Bela finally recovered and found her voice. "Oh my God, Taylor," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her orgasm. "That was... For once, I don’t even have words. You're incredible."

Taylor emerged from under the blanket, her blonde hair slightly disheveled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, her voice laced with pride.

Bela reached out, pulling Taylor into a tight embrace and letting her head rest on her chest. Taylor listened to her heart still pounding, proud of what she had done. "Yeah I definitely did," she murmured into her ear. "I can't believe you did that." She paused. “Wow, men are really bad at this.”

Taylor let out an uncharacteristic giggle and her smile was elated, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it only gets better from here," she whispered. “And my plan to get you to turn off that God awful movie proved successful.” Taylor smirked.

Bela swatted at Taylor’s arm but didn’t reply, she might just have to put on scary movies more often.

They laid in silence for a couple of minutes before Taylor got a text from her roommate, prompting her to have to return to her room. Something about a guy doing her friend terribly wrong. “I can’t believe this,” Taylor groaned as she reluctantly stood up. “I swear off men and they still seem to manage to get in my way.” She complained.

Bela's smirk softened into a smile as she sat up fully. "Do you really have to go?" she asked, her tone light but with a hint of genuine disappointment.

Taylor glanced at her phone and sighed. "Yeah, apparently it’s a whole thing. You know how Lindsey gets when she’s all worked up."

"Fair enough," Bela conceded, stretching her arms above her head. As the official FAF she had gotten herself into many conversations with Taylor’s roommate over the asshole guy she was seeing, but she would never actually take Bela’s advice and just dump the guy. "But I better get a detailed update later. You know I live for the drama."

Taylor rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You’re seriously worse than Jocelyn."

"And you love it," Bela countered cheekily.

Taylor didn’t respond immediately, her expression softening as she looked at Bela for a beat longer than necessary. She quickly snapped out of it, though, running a hand through her hair. "Alright, I’m going before you convince me to stay."

"Convince you? I wasn’t even trying yet," Bela teased, leaning back with an exaggerated air of confidence.

Taylor shook her head, laughing softly as she made her way to the door. But just as she was about to step out, she paused and glanced back at Bela, her expression unreadable for a moment. "Thanks," she said softly.

"For what?" Bela asked, her teasing tone fading into something more genuine.

Taylor shrugged, a little awkwardly. "For... being you, I guess."

Bela smiled and opted not to respond, knowing not to push her luck when Taylor decided to be sweet. Taylor stood at the door for a moment, just looking at Bela, before Bela realized that she wanted her to walk her out.

Bela hopped up from the bed, a small grin tugged at her lips as she walked over to Taylor. "Oh, I see how it is," she teased lightly. "You can’t even leave a room without me escorting you now?"

Taylor rolled her eyes, and the faintest hint of a smile betrayed her. "Don’t make it weird, Bela."

"Me? Weird? Never," Bela dismissed with a smile.

Taylor just gave her a look, a mix of amusement and irritation, before gesturing toward the door. Bela opened it for her with an exaggerated flourish, stepping aside like she was Taylor’s personal royal attendant.

"After you, Your Majesty," Bela said, unable to resist the urge to tease, poking fun at where Taylor was from by adding her own exaggerated British accent at the end.

Taylor gave her a dry look, unimpressed. "That was terrible. Never do that again," she deadpanned. Taylor didn’t move from the door for a moment and Bela, confused, looked out to see what was wrong. And of course, Whitney and Kacey sat in the common room with amused looks on their faces.

Whitney raised her eyebrows, the corner of her mouth twitching as if she were trying to suppress a laugh. "Well, hello," she said, her voice heavy with implication proving to Bela and Taylor that the two had heard everything.

Kacey leaned back in her chair, a teasing grin plastered on her face as she sipped from her bedazzled tumbler cup. "You know, these walls are thin, but I didn’t realize just how thin until tonight."

Bela’s stomach dropped, her eyes widening in horror as she realized exactly what they were talking about and that they weren’t going to go easy on them about it. Taylor, on the other hand, froze completely, her face going blank in the way it always did when she was about to combust from sheer embarrassment.

"Oh, my God," Taylor muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Bela just smirked, quickly overcoming the embarrassment and replacing it with confidence. She was never one to be shy about her sex life and that definitely wasn’t going to start now. It was about to get a whole lot better.

Kacey leaned back in her chair with a smirk. "I hope whatever was going on in there was worth traumatizing the rest of us."

“Bela would have to answer that one for you,” Taylor smirked, and threw a glance at Bela who smiled back. “But I would say yes. Definitely.” Bela blushed slightly and Kacey and Whitney both chuckled before Taylor gave them an exasperated look and shot another glance at Bela before muttering, "I’m out of here before you start getting into all the embarrassing details."

“Bye, Taylor!” Bela laughed as Taylor quickly turned and walked out of the door. As soon as the door shut Bela flopped down on the couch beside Whitney, ready to share all the details of her ‘movie night’ with Taylor.

"So," Whitney said with a grin. "How was it?"

Bela shot her a look but couldn’t stop herself from getting a little giddy. "Honestly?" she said, her voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. "It was amazing. I don’t even know where to start."

Kacey’s eyes widened. "Oh? Now you’ve got even me curious. Spill."

Bela perched herself on the edge of the couch, clearly not bothered by the intrigued looks of her friends. "Okay, well—first of all, she knows what she’s doing. Like, I was hella impressed. No hesitation, like most guys, like, have to get used to it first but with Taylor there wasn’t that weird awkward moment where nothing’s happening and you’re just laying there waiting. Just—pure, like, confidence, it was so sexy."

Whitney and Kacey leaned forward slightly, hanging on every word. They were used to hearing, in more detail than they cared for, about what Bela did behind closed doors, or in many cases open ones, but this was the first time when they were seriously interested.

"I swear," Bela continued, "She had this look in her eyes like she was in control, you know? And she was... So present. It was like she knew exactly what I needed, and when. And her tongue? So fucking steady—it was like magic or something."

Whitney was biting her lip, trying to hold in another round of giggles. Kacey just raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Okay, I’m gonna stop you before this goes any further,” Whitney laughed.

Bela grinned mischievously, knowing exactly how far she was pushing it. "What? You asked for details," she teased, letting her words linger for a moment before she leaned back into the couch, still chuckling to herself.

Kacey was holding back her laughter now, clearly amused by the direction this conversation had taken. "I mean, I definitely did not expect this from Taylor," Kacey said, trying to control her giggles.

Whitney let out a dramatic sigh. "Okay, okay, we get it. Taylor’s got skills. I don’t need the play-by-play, though," she said, trying to wave off the conversation before it went too far.

"You're making it sound very intense. I can’t wait to experience it with Cooper." Kacey smiled.

“Wait, I knew you guys hadn’t had sex but you haven’t even done, like, mouth stuff yet?” Bela asked with a shocked expression on her face identical to Whitney’s.

“No, I tried once with Calvin but he, like, bit me so I did not let that happen again.”

“You got pirana’ed?” Bela asked with amusement, laughing harder than she meant to.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m going to Willow’s.” Whitney announced, standing up and making her way to the door dramatically covering her ears before leaving Bela to enlighten Kacey further about how getting eaten out should go and thinking about just how excited she was to return the favor back to her favorite blonde.