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Robin didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but apparently, this was some earthly sin that needed to be rectified immediately.
She assumed, at the very least, they would wait until the next day to visit. But the thought was quickly proven wrong when just an hour after Courtney’s call, Mal teleported into her apartment with the rest of the women behind her.
“Robin, I can’t—oh.” Alice paused, her eyes straying to Robin’s hair. “Oh shit. Your hair looks pretty, babe.” She grinned.
Robin relaxed her shoulders. “Thanks, Mandy cut it for me.” She said,
“A wolf cut? Sick.” Mal smirked.
Janelle gave her an appraising look. “It’s nice.”
“Yeah, yeah, the fucker got a fucking haircut. Can we talk about what we actually fucking came here for?” Chelsea groaned.
Robin gave them a flat look. “Please don’t say you’re here because—”
“—because you’ve never jerked off!” Alice finished.
So much for wishful thinking. “Right. Of course you are.” Robin mumbled quietly. Much louder, she said, “I doubt it’s as much of a big deal as you’re making it out to be.”
“It’s very much a big deal,” Mal said.
The women crowded themselves on Robin’s couch. It took a while for them to get comfortably situated. Courtney sat on Mandy’s lap, Janelle perched herself on one of the armrests, and Robin was left squished between Alice and Chelsea.
Chelsea smirked, “You couldn’t get anymore fucking pathetic, Rob.”
“Let’s not be too mean, now,” Mandy says.
Robin tenses and curls her shoulders inwards. “I’m serious, can we move on from this?” Her tone was firm and cold. Robin crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers digging crescents in her skin.
“Alright, alright, you know we’re just kidding,” Mal said, raising her hands in surrender.
Janelle spoke up, “I can understand your feelings, Robin. The life I lived in the past left little time to pleasure myself unless I fitted certain roles I wasn’t raised to play, and I had not taken the chance to explore my body until I left the Mafia.”
“Shit, really?” Courtney exhaled.
Janelle nodded.
“Okay, well, you were in the Mafia,” Alice said. “What’s your fucking excuse, Robin?”
Robin shrugged her shoulders, forcing herself to relax. The words dragged themselves from her throat. “It wasn’t…my father deeply discouraged distractions from hero training. The phone I grew up with had enough parental lock and shit that the only thing I could do was text or call. Not even games. And porno mags never did it for me.” She explained, keeping her gaze on her pants rather than at any of the women around her.
“When dad died, I definitely didn’t try then. And a lot of the time I was too busy or exhausted from hero work to do it.” Robin continued. “I’m not a virgin.” She clarified with a wry chuckle. “But the few times I tried, my mind would wander, and I would feel…bad for doing it. Not to mention those times my father’s voice would pop up in my head.”
Courtney gagged, “Oh lord.”
“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “And the men I have been with never really focused on my pleasure or never did it right.”
Silence follows after. The crescents in her skin deepen the harder she prods her skin. The silence stretches too long. Her stomach twists. She said too much. She debates opening her mouth to take it back.
“Your life is so fucking sad,” Chelsea grumbled.
Alice mutters, “Yeah, like, what the fuck?”
“You guys already knew how sad my life was.” Robin points out, furrowing her brows in confusion. It was one of the running jokes in the team.
Mal shrugs, “Yeah, but this is even sadder.”
“So sad,” Courtney added.
Robin sighs, “Great.” She dropped her arms from her chest in resignation. “Are we done talking about how sad my fucking life is now?”
“For now,” Courtney said. “But clearly action needs to be fucking taken.”
Robin gave her a blank look. “Are you—No. What the fuck are you talking about?” A few thoughts popped up in Robin’s mind about the ideas Courtney could have. Hopefully nothing too unhinged.
“Obviously, the answer is to get sex toys,” Courtney states.
That’s—actually, not as insane as Robin was thinking. “You—fine. Sure.” She said with an exasperated expression.
Chelsea snorts, “You know you’re gonna have to hold her fucking hand, right? The bitch wouldn’t know what the fuck to get.” A gleeful smirk overtook her face. “Wait. Do you even know where your clitoris is?”
“So you’re volunteering to be my teacher, huh?” Robin asks.
Chelsea’s smirk faltered. “What? No the fuck I didn’t.”
“I mean, you’re so clearly concerned over my lack of knowledge on the female body.” Robin continued, tilting her head. Her face was unreadable, but she couldn’t hide the small lift at the corner of her mouth.
Chelsea growled, “Fucking bitch. You know what? I will be your fucking sex teacher or whatever.” She declared.
“Great,” Robin said, rolling her eyes. She turned away from Chelsea to face Alice, who had leaned her weight on Robin, trying to get more comfortable on her couch.
Chelsea reached her hand forward and grabbed Robin’s face, forcing her to face Chelsea and meet her blazing orange eyes. “I’m serious, bitch.” She said slowly, glaring down at her.
Robin couldn’t tell if the sudden heat in the room was because she was so cramped on the couch or because of her close proximity to Chelsea. Her stomach fluttered in her chest. The longer she stared into Chelsea’s eyes, the deeper they seemed to become.
At Chelsea’s increasingly confused stare, she stood up abruptly, startling both Alice and Chelsea. “Glad we settled that.” She said, forcing a calm tone. “Can everyone get out now?”
A chorus of groans and boos rang out.
With her next big secret out of the bag, Robin knew it was only a matter of time before the z team moved on from it. Considering how deep this secret was, she also knew it would take a while. What she didn’t know was how serious some members took this secret compared to others.
To say Robin was shocked to open her door and come face to face with Chelsea next weekend was an overstatement. Really. She shouldn’t be. Robin knew first and second hand how stubborn Chelsea can be when she sets her mind to something.
Robin just hadn’t anticipated that something being her.
“Are you going to stand in that fucking doorway all day or what?” Chelsea snapped.
Robin moved aside silently and watched as Chelsea walked into her apartment.
Unlike her comfortable clothes from the night before or her regular hero suit, Chelsea had dressed up today. She stood in her living room wearing a cropped orange off-shoulder top with bat-wing sleeves and a mini dark-washed jean skirt that barely covered her thighs. Her hair was styled with a side-swept bang in her face, half in a bun, and the rest of it lying on her shoulders. “Take a fucking picture, bitch.” She said,
“What are you doing here?” Robin asked, ignoring her words.
Chelsea huffed, “Your bitch ass wouldn’t answer my fucking texts.” She glared at Robin, who widened her eyes. She had gone to sleep without putting her phone on charge last night and left it on silent while she went to shower.
“My phone was dead,” Robin said.
Chelsea waved her off. “Whatever, doesn’t fucking matter.” Her eyes looked up and down at Robin with a sneer. “Get your ass dressed. Time for your first fucking lesson.” She demanded.
“For what—wait. You were serious?” Robin gaped at her.
Chelsea sucked her teeth. “Of fucking course I was serious.” She growled. “Now, get your ass dressed. I’m not waiting around forever.”
“Where are we going?” Robin asks.
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to tell you, bitch. It’ll ruin the surprise.”
“I hate surprises,” Robin muttered. Still, she was curious about what Chelsea had planned for her. And she knew if she didn’t start moving, Chelsea would drag her to her closet, so she dragged herself to her room to get ready.
When Robin reappeared, she was wearing a soft blue baggy sweater over a pair of wide-legged jeans. She still didn’t have a purse, didn’t want one either, but Mandy seemed weirdly insistent on it, so she tucked her wallet and phone in both of the back pockets of her jeans.
Chelsea gave her a quick, analyzing look before scoffing, “At least you’re not going around in that stupid fucking work shirt everywhere.” Which meant a seal of approval in her eyes.
“I aim to please,” Robin responded.
Chelsea huffs, “Shut up and let’s fucking go.”
Robin kept quiet as the two walked out of her apartment. Chelsea left with quick steps, barely waiting a few seconds for Robin to lock her doors. “No one’s coming into that sad ass apartment,” Chelsea told her.
“It's not like they’d know it’s sad until they come in,” Robin muttered.
The drive had been fifteen minutes of Chelsea’s music blasting in her ear while Chelsea screamed the lyrics next to her. Robin hadn’t felt nearly as annoyed as she expected to. If anything, it was amusing to watch Chelsea attempt high notes with the windows rolled down, allowing other drivers to hear her.
Just watching their reactions made Robin almost choke from holding back her laughter so Chelsea wouldn’t think she was laughing at her.
When Chelsea parked her car, Robin caught sight of the building they were in front of. It was a small shop sandwiched between a clothing store and a pawn shop. “The Bunny Burrow?” Robin read the sign. “Is this a hybrid thing?”
“No,” Chelsea shook her head. There was a gleam in her eye as she stared at Robin. “This is lesson one.” She said with an excited tone. Which meant trouble.
Robin sighs, “Great.”
Chelsea gestured for her to walk first, leaving Robin to be the one to enter the store before her. The sight in front of her left her frozen at the entrance. Chelsea hadn’t brought her to a hybrid spot; she had brought her to a sex shop. Which was way worse.
“Oh my—I can’t even—just.” Robin stuttered, her brain struggling to catch up and comprehend her situation. “What the fuck.”
Chelsea cackled behind her. “Your fucking face!” She wheezed, laughing so hard she doubled over with her arms wrapped around her stomach. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing this.” Robin rolled her eyes. She turned around, ready to leave this place and hopefully scrub it from her memory, but just as she reached for the door, her wrist was caught in a surprisingly gentle grip.
Chelsea tightened her hold when Robin’s curious eyes met hers. “I’m actually serious, Rob.” She said with a straight face. “You need to explore your body, and the best way to figure out how is here.”
Robin hesitated, still unsure.
Chelsea cursed under her breath before continuing, “Look, it’s never too fucking late to do it, okay? Stop being so fucking embarrassed and get over yourself, it’s not like you’re a virgin.”
“Alright.” Robin dropped her hand to her side. She was still tempted to leave; she’d rather not tour through rows of sex toys, but she’s also very curious. “Lead the way, ma’am.”
Chelsea narrowed her eyes at her. “Don’t be saying that shit too loud. They’ll think we’re role-playing or something, and they don’t play that shit.” She said,
“Yeah, sure,” Robin said, giving her a side eye.
The first aisle had been what Robin had expected. Boxes of different-sized dildos. Behind the counter, and the very exhausted, done-with-life looking Cashier, was a glass display of an arrangement of toys. Robin darted her eyes around the room.
She swallowed as she followed Chelsea, her shoulders tense. She was too embarrassed to stare long, but she was too curious not to look. Robin’s curiosity didn’t stop her cheeks from flushing at the rather larger and more intense toys.
Chelsea stopped in front of a shelf. “This should be fine for you.” She said, gesturing toward it.
The shelf had more basic and smaller toys. Simple ones. Ones that Robin will—albeit reluctantly—admit that fits her speed more. “So, what now?” She asked.
“Lesson number one.” Chelsea cleared her throat theatrically. “Toys are easy. And so is everything else. Ideally, one should start with their fingers, but since that shit didn’t work out, this is where the fuck we’re at.”
Robin nodded.
“Sex toys are supposed to elevate what you already know feels good,” Chelsea explained. She had a genuine expression on her face as she spoke, clearly taking her pretend role seriously. “Do your nipples like to be touched? Do your thighs feel sensitive? Can you finger yourself, or do you prefer to get off with your clit?”
A shiver rolled down Robin’s spine at her questions, the way Chelsea’s eyes stared so intensely as she asked. The room started to feel a bit hot. “I see,” Robin said quietly. She shoved down the heat stirring in her gut. “I’m not sure, though.” She replied with a straight face.
“Yeah, I fucking figured.” Chelsea sighed.
Robin bit her lip absentmindedly as she turned her eyes back to the shelf of toys. Her mouth opened and closed throughout the silence. Finally gathering her thoughts, she asked, “What’s the best toy to start with?”
“Oh shit. Really?” Chelsea blinked back. “I figured that would’ve taken at least three visits.”
Robin snorts, “I’m not that repressed.”
“Okay, fucking—whatever.” Chelsea moved on fast. She was already whirling around to stare at the shelf. “Haven’t been to this side in a while.” She mumbled to herself. Much louder, Chelsea said, “This one.”
She reaches out and plucks a box with a small blue vibrator on the cover. Robin’s eyes skim over the features. Long battery, waterproof, high settings, etc. She has yet to shake off the weird feeling in her chest at buying sex toys with Chelsea of all people, but she’s not going to focus on it.
Robin takes the box. “Let’s go.” She said,
“Don’t want to browse some more?” Chelsea grinned.
Robin furrowed her brows. “I’m struggling to be here enough as it is.” Quietly, she adds. “Especially with you.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Chelsea snaps.
Robin meets her eyes with a calm stare. “Not what you’re thinking.” She answered. She needs to get her hand, and most importantly, her heart, straight. Because it shouldn’t be racing this much.
When Robin was dropped off back at her apartment, she didn’t immediately hop to trying out her new toy.
In the comfort of her own home, and in her own mind, she can admit that what she feels now is scary. Terrified even. And isn’t that strange? To be terrified of exploring your own body? Robin certainly feels strange about it.
Maybe it’s a bad idea, Robin thinks. She puts the box in her drawer and shuts it. Much like most of her problems, Robin is content to ignore it. She even goes as far as to leave her bedroom and sit in her living room.
The idea weighs on her mind. Makes her skin prickle and her body alight with anticipation. Her previous doubts make way for her ever-curious mind. The idea of doing it only to appease her curiosity is all so appealing to her brain.
Robin gets up from the couch and walks back into her room, locking the door behind her just in case. She slowly takes off her clothes, throwing them carelessly somewhere in her room, until she is down to nothing.
Goosebumps rise on her skin as she climbs into her bed; the cool air in her room only makes her nakedness ever more apparent. Robin sits at the top of her bed, leaning her back against her headboard as she stretches her legs out in front of her.
Robin takes the box out of the drawer and uses the pocket knife she keeps on top of her nightstand to open it. It’s a baby blue silicone vibrator with a curve to its shape. There’s a slight heat stirring in her gut from the anticipation, but she’s not particularly horny.
Her finger presses the button, turns the vibrator on, and presses the button again to listen to the vibration. It’s not quiet, the vibrations echo in her room and send a flush down her chest, but she doesn’t turn it off.
Robin’s head falls back against the headboard.
Her finger paints circles on her thighs. It’s a habit, something she does absentmindedly, but it quickly stops becoming so innocent when she slowly trails her finger higher to her inner thigh. Her breath hitches. This, she knows, is something she likes.
Chelsea’s words echo in her head. “Do your nipples like to be touched? Do your thighs feel sensitive? Can you finger yourself, or do you prefer to get off with your clit?”
Robin’s feeling bold enough to find out right now.
Her biggest problem is her brain, which likes to wander off and think of decidedly not sexy things until she’s distracted and not horny anymore. Or worse, as previously stated, she hears her father’s voice in her head, expressing how disgusting and perverted she is for doing this instead of focusing on her heroic work.
But the vibrations from the vibrator sitting on her thigh have turned her thoughts quiet. Robin’s head isn’t wandering; it’s perfectly blank and focused just on how her body is reacting to her fingers trailing along her thighs.
She keeps one hand lightly touching her thigh while the other goes up to her breasts. She fondles one of them, massages it gently. Her finger rubs at her nipple, circles it, before she pinches it between her finger and thumb. It sends small tingles down her spine, and she whimpers.
Her other hand, the one previously on her thigh, quickly reaches up to take her other breast and pinch at the nipple. Robin’s breath quickens as those tingles turn into shock waves, her body coming alight at her touch.
A low hum escapes from her throat. Robin lets one hand continue to rub and pinch at her nipple while the other trails back down, this time right at the top of her pussy. The tip of her finger explores around her outer lips, deliberately avoiding her clit.
The build-up, the slow rise, it excites her. Makes her blood sing.
When her finger finally ventures lower down her pussy, sliding down her hole, she’s shocked by how wet she is. It’s not so wet that she’d be soaking her panties, if she had them on, but her finger is well lubricated as she lightly touches her hole.
She moves her hand away and reaches for the vibrator. Hesitantly, she stares at it. This is the farthest Robin has ever gotten with her body, and if she doesn’t get any satisfaction after building herself up so carefully, she might genuinely sob.
With a slow pace, she lowers the vibrator down to her pussy. The softest touch of the silicone toy on her lips sends jolts down her legs. It feels good. Better than she expected. Robin presses the vibrator into her pussy, adjusting the toy so the tip of it sits just atop of her clit.
“Oh fuck.” Robin choked at the amount of pleasure building from the vibrations. This was different from any other time she’s ever touched herself. Waves of pleasure spread throughout her body. She brought her other hand down from her breast to feel along her wet folds, sliding her finger up and down.
“—This girl is on fire—”
Robin froze at the loud song playing from her phone.
It was the ringtone she set for Chelsea, back when Robin and Chelsea were hot and cold after she revealed her secret identity. The ringtone had been implemented after Robin learned she hated the song, and she took joy in watching the way Chelsea’s expression turned annoyed whenever she heard it.
But hearing it now, in the middle of her private moment, sent a surge of her own frustration. She didn’t want to stop because if she stopped now, she might not feel up to it after the call, depending on why Chelsea’s calling her.
And if she doesn’t feel up to it later, she might not be so bold as to try again.
Robin grabbed the phone. Her thumb hovered over the decline button, ready to silence her phone and toss it to the side to continue, but impulsively she clicked the answer button. Her vibrator shut off as she put her phone to her ear. “Hello?”
“Bitch,” Chelsea greeted her. “So? Did you try it out?”
A low moan rose in her throat, and she swallowed it back. “Yeah, I did,” Robin replied calmly. With her free hand, she used two fingers to circle above her clit, sending almost the same waves of pleasure as her vibrator did.
“How was it?”She asks.
“It’s,” Robin bit her lip to contain her sounds of pleasure. “Good.” She settled on keeping her voice monotone.
Chelsea hums, “Can’t say you’ve never had an orgasm now, can you?” Her tone was smug, proud of the fact that Robin could get off because of her.
“Technically, I still haven’t.” Robin blurts out.
The line goes silent for a moment. Too silent. As the seconds tick by, Robin becomes convinced that Chelsea hangs up on her, something she does often, even when the conversation is over. Because of this, Robin feels safe enough to start using her vibrator again.
“Are you—” Chelsea’s words get cut off by the sound of Robin’s vibrator. Oh shit. Robin tenses as she hurriedly turns it off again. The line goes quiet again. Robin’s heart pounds in her ear. Just as she was about to say something, Chelsea continued, “Are you close?”
Robin sucked in a breath. “I don’t know.” She admitted.
“What the fuck? You don’t—” Chelsea cuts herself off this time. “How do you feel right now?”
This felt dangerous to answer. Robin’s mouth goes dry as she figures out a safe way to answer. “It feels…good? Like I’m building up.” She replied.
“How did you touch yourself?” Chelsea asked—no, actually—demanded as though this was something important she needed to know.
Robin exhales. “I touched my breasts. Cupped them, pinched the nipples.” She says, “I touched my pussy, but I hadn’t fingered myself, just circled my hole and clit.” There’s a quiet choked sound from her phone at her words. “Your call came in just as I was trying out the vibrator.”
There’s no shame in Robin’s words. No hesitation, no mumbling, nothing but a calm tone as she spoke filthy words. Having this barrier between them, this distance, and not having to face her in person makes it easier for her to talk. “You interrupted me,” Robin said.
“Don’t stop on my fucking account.” Chelsea snorts.
The vibrator turns on again. “I wasn’t going to,” Robin said. She was going to get off with or without Chelsea on the phone; it didn’t matter to her.
Robin tossed her phone beside her and tried to press the mute button. If Chelsea was going to stay on the phone, Robin didn’t want her to hear her own moans out of embarrassment. What if she sounded weird? She’s never heard her voice in the throes of pleasure.
The vibrator is lowered back down, right above her clit. “Fuck,” Robin sighs. Her body relaxes into the pleasure from between her legs. Her other hand rose to her chest, her fingers grabbing onto her nipples.
Her mouth parted, and she let out a soft whimper at the pulse of pleasure in her core that sent jolts to her legs, making the muscles jump. Her pussy clenched, and she realized how empty she felt.
Robin’s hand reluctantly left her breast to slide down the lips of her pussy. She’s never felt good fingering herself, but with the amount of pleasure spread throughout her body, compared to the lack of it in previous attempts, she has high hopes that this will be different.
And she’s not wrong.
Her fingers went slow, a light glide and circle around her hole, teasing herself. “Mm—shit.” Robin cursed. Gently, she dipped a finger inside. “Oh!” She gasped, breathlessly. She clenched her knuckles.
Distantly, her brain registers the noises—soft moans and whines—coming from her phone. If Robin wasn’t so focused on the pleasure overtaking her body, she would’ve asked Chelsea how she was touching her body, if she was using toys just like her.
The image surfaces in Robin’s mind. Chelsea splayed out naked on her bed, her legs wide open with two fingers driving in and out of her pussy. Robin’s own fingers work themselves faster at the image. The heat in her gut had started to tighten, the pleasure building up and up in her stomach. “Oh—oh my gosh.” She panted.
Robin has always prided herself on her patience. It’s what helped her get through a lot in life. Yet, in this moment, she’s never felt as impatient as now. She’s on the precipice of something big; a buildup this high has to crash. “Come on.” She urged silently.
A different image sets in Robin’s mind. One of Chelsea above her, her warm hands overtaking Robin’s, that rough, raspy accent in her ear, those calloused fingers trailing up her thighs—
“Robin,” Chelsea groaned.
There was no warning for her climax. Her back arches off the bed with the force of it as she cums around her fingers, shuddering. A guttural moan teared itself from her throat. Each breath turns into another moan as she comes down.
Robin has enough energy left to turn her vibrator off. “Christ.” She sighs. Her body sinks into her bed. Her body had never been so relaxed, so boneless, in her entire life. If this is the world she’s been missing out on, she’s starting to feel a bit of pity for herself, too.
“Good, right?” Chelsea asks, panting.
The sound of her voice, suddenly in Robin’s ears, startles her. “Better than good,” She answers, still catching her own breath. “Fucking amazing.”
“Baby’s had her first orgasm.” Chelsea cooed.
Robin yawned. “Baby’s about to have a nap.”
“Don’t fucking go to sleep yet,” Chelsea said, a sudden urgency to her voice, “Get your ass up and go fucking shower. And wash that toy, too. Thoroughly.”
Robin groaned. “I can’t move.”
“Stop being a bitch baby, and do it,” Chelsea said.
Robin sighed. “Fine, I will.” She reached for her phone and promptly hung up on Chelsea. “After at least an hour.” She muttered, closing her eyes.