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Annus Mirabilis (NSFW)

(Marvellous Year)

written for @stevieweek (Day 7, Prompt: Rare Pair/sapphic) Rating: Explicit Relationship: Carol Perkins/Female Steve Harrington TW: smut, strapon, porn with some plot Words: 4831

A huge thanks to @midsummer-semantics who was my beta reader!

The college isn’t exactly what Stevie’s father was looking for, he defined it as a waste of time, and Stevie couldn’t even get mad about it. She definitely wasn’t the brightest girl in her class and the only reason she got accepted into the college was that her father promised to pay for the renovation of the old wing of the college, the one where he used to sleep when he was at college himself, complaining loudly about that. But for once, Stevie’s mom put her foot down, insisting that Stevie needed to attend college, “I’m not expecting her to graduate, Richard, I’m not stupid, but I want her to make friends in my sorority, and maybe even meet the right guy.”

Right guy, which means white and rich.

That’s why they have driven Stevie across the country, even if they haven’t been in Indiana for more than a few days in years, and now they are helping her get situated in her dorm.

They are still cleaning her room when someone kicks the door open and a tall blond girl with numerous boxes in her hands gets inside.

“Oh. Hi, I’m Robin.” She says, trying to hold the boxes in an unstable equilibrium and reaching out with one hand at the same time. What would have been harder for everyone, is even harder for the girl who looks very clumsy, and Stevie isn’t surprised when the girl trips on her own feet and her boxes fall on the ground, hitting her mother's white suit and leaving a dark stain on her left arm.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I can clean it! Let me grab some tissues from the bathroom and-”

“I think you have done enough, young lady.” Mary Margaret Harrington replies, turning toward Stevie, “If we are done here, your father and I will get back to the car. It’s a long drive.”

“Oh, but you can’t go. Tonight there’s the introductory meeting and parents are especially encouraged to participate,” Robin says, grabbing a box from the floor.

Mary Margaret glowers at Robin, but she doesn’t dignify that with an answer, so Stevie’s father, Richard Harrington, steps between the two of them, “My wife and I have a big company to manage, we can’t lose time with introductory meetings. I’m sure Stevie will be perfectly fine, will you not, pumpkin?”

The last time his father called her pumpkin she was five.

“I’ll be fine.”

But the couple has just opened the door when another couple of parents shows at the door, “I’m sorry, is Robin Buckley here? We got the dorm number wrong and we got lost.”

“In here, mom!” Robin cheerfully calls, and the woman pushes the posh couple by the side to get inside the room.

“Such a beautiful room, Robin. So airy! You’re so lucky,” she says, running toward the widow and ignoring that half of her daughter’s things are scattered on the floor, which probably isn’t the most sanitary thing ever.

“Look! You can even see the little lake from here. Do you think you’ll see swans flying? Wouldn’t that be marvelous, Peter?”

“It definitely would, Emily,” the man says, finally getting inside, apologizing to Stevie’s parents before entering the room, “And you must be Robin’s roommate. I’m Peter Buckley, I’m Robin’s father. Well, I’m not really her dad but-”

“You definitely are!” Both women reply simultaneously, before looking at each other saying “Jinx!” and starting to giggle like children.

“My girls are like that,” the man says, shrugging, then he turns toward Stevie’s side of the room and notices that all her things are either in boxes or on her bed, “Do you need help with that? I can help with the higher shelf if you need it.”

Stevie does her best to keep her face serious, the man is way shorter than she is, but she appreciates the sentiment.

“I’m good. My parents are here so I can ask them for help.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course, I didn't mean to overstep,” the man replies with a little smile, turning toward the Harringtons who are still looking at the loud family with aghast. “Peter Buckley. I have a garage, so the girls will never have any car problems,” he declares proudly, reaching out with a sweaty hand toward Richard Harrington, who is way too polite to show his disgust when they shake hands, but asks his wife for a tissue as soon as the man turns toward his family.

“Would I be wrong if I assumed you didn’t study in this institution?” Richard asks in a snobby tone.

“College? Me? No thanks. I’m not clever enough. Emily attended the Community College, but you know, raising a kid and studying at the same time isn’t the easiest thing, that’s why we are so proud of our Robin. She got a full scholarship. Can you believe that? Our baby got a full scholarship. We’re not paying a single dollar. She’s so clever! A little genius!” the man proudly declares, putting an arm around the girl’s shoulder who tries to wiggle out.

“You must be very proud,” Richard replies, staring at his own daughter from up down.

“We are. I’m sure you are too. College is a big deal.”

“We are really proud of Stevie, obviously,” Mary Margaret immediately replies, elbowing her husband, “She didn’t get a full scholarship, but we don’t need it. We’re glad that that money goes to those who really need it. Some families could never afford higher tuition if it wasn’t for those scholarships and we do our best during the fundraising. Richard is going to pay for the renovation of the entire wing of the old dorm.”

Stevie glowers at her mom, not liking the way she’s treating those people, but they seem too naive to understand Mary Margaret’s real intention to humiliate them and totally agree with her about the opportunity that the scholarship is going to give to their girl. Robin, on the other hand, seems to get exactly the subtle way Stevie’s mom is insulting her family, so she crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“That’s so lucky you got money to pay for your daughter’s tuition, she looks a bit too old for beauty contests.”

Stevie feels her ears get hotter and hotter when she notices that on her desk there’s the first child beauty pageant trophy she ever won.

“It’s not… I’m not…”

“Yes, Stevie is a beautiful girl. But we didn’t let her compete for Miss Universe, we thought that college was a better choice for her. Don’t you think? So many possibilities.”

Robin is ready to reply once more, but Stevie is already tired of this pantomime, so she steps between her parents and her roommate, “I think you should really go. The traffic is terrible at this hour.” She tells her father, who gives a quick look at his Philippe Patek watch and nods.

“We better go. Call us if you need money.”

Stevie can’t suffocate a snort. Money is everything they think about, “I will. Don’t worry. Have a safe journey.'' She waves them goodbye and finally closes the door behind her with a big sigh before remembering that there are three other people in her room. Fuck.

“I’m sorry… they’re not like that usually. It’s just… it’s the first time I’m leaving and…”

“Oh, but that is completely understandable, dear,” Peter immediately reassures her. “I’m sure they are really busy. They are so classy, aren’t they, Emily?”

“They surely are… rich.”

Stevie sighs, good bye good first impression.

“Anyway, I’m Stevie Harrington. Nice to meet you all.”

“Stevie, such a lovely name.”

“Well, my complete name is Stephanie, but only my mom uses it. When she’s angry with me.” Which means: very very often.

“Well, I’m Robin Buckley. These are my parents, and I think we will give you space to sort your things while we explore the campus. I guess I’ll see you later.”

Stevie nods with a practiced plastic smile and waves at the chatty family that leaves the dorm. She keeps staring at them from the window and with a little bit of envy. They look so close. With a sigh, she turns toward her desk and starts to put her clothes in the closet and in the drawers, hoping that her parents didn’t fucked up the only chance she had to make friends with her roommate.

***

Two weeks in and it’s official that Robin hates her. She’s too polite to kill Stevie in her sleep or maybe doesn’t want to clean the blood, but she’s doing her best to avoid her. The only moment they are together in the dorm is at night, for the rest of the day Robin is either at class, in the cafeteria, or in the library, but always as far as she can be from Stevie. Even during the only class they share, Robin is always with a brunette girl, Nancy if Stevie got her name right.

“I don’t know why you insist on following her around like a lost puppy.” the red-haired woman at Stevie’s side mutters, popping a pink gum.

“She’s my roommate.”

“And?”

“And I’d like to be friends with her.”

The girl shrugs, “Baby, you two play in two different leagues. That’s no way the two of you can bond. Why don’t you ask for a new roommate? Or even better, why don’t you join a sorority and ask to be moved?”

“A sorority?”

“You’re Mary Margaret’s daughter, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“The hair, and the eyes. You’re your mom's daughter,” the woman smirks and she means it like a compliment, but it makes Stevie shiver.

“I’m nothing like her.” Stevie snarls and the girl lifts her hands in a non-threatening way.

“Sorry. Didn’t know it was a touchy argument. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t join our sorority. Theta Epsilon Iota could help you get more integrated.”

“I’m not a fucking pariah!”

“Are you not?” the red haired asks with an amused smile and Stevie clenches her fist so as not to punch that smirk away from her face. “I’m Carol Perkins, and I promise that if you join our sorority you’ll have so much fun.” She winks at her, then grabs her pink bag and leaves Stevie confused and angry.

She’s not going to join any kind of sorority. Not when that’s exactly what her mom wants from her. She’s going to study and graduate. No more stupid parties. The Stevie Harrington that use to host a party every week and ended up drunk every single time is long gone, this Stevie Harrington is going to study and get a fucking piece of paper.

***

“I need your help,” Robin says, waking Stevie, her face so close to Stevie’s that she jumps out of her skin.

“What the fuck! Robin!”

“Sorry. Good morning. I need your help.”

“You need my help.” Robin nods. “For what?” Stevie asks, rubbing her eyes.

“I need to get into a sorority.”

Steve’s eyes widen, “You’re fucking kidding, right?”

Robin shakes her head, staring seriously at her, “I need to become a member of Theta Epsilon Iota.”

“You?”

A little nod.

“Why?”

“Reasons.”

Stevie sighs, rubbing a hand through her hair, “Listen, Robin, I know you hate me, but I really need to know why you want to join a sorority, and why that one,”

Robin bites her lips for a few moments, before whispering “Nancy.”

Stevie stares at her even more confused, “Sorry, I don’t get it.”

“Nancy Wheeler is going to join the sorority. And I want to join too to keep an eye on her.”

In that moment something in Stevie’s mind clicks. She’s not as stupid as everyone thinks, she is just too distracted, but once she starts to put the pieces together.

“You’re in love with her.”

“I’m not!” Robin denies, pushing Stevie back on her bed, and pacing back and forward.

“You are!”

“I’m not!” Robin shakes her head, her hands tugging her hair, “I’m not… like that! Ok?”

Stevie gives her a soft smile and gestures to her sitting on her bed, “There’s nothing wrong with being like that, you know that, right?”

“Said Miss Perfection. I’m just me. A fucking weird girl! I can’t be gay as well!" she wines.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I won’t judge you. Now explain to me why you need to get into that sorority.”

Robin sighs and tells Stevie that Nancy has a very strict teacher and the only students that got good grades are the ones in the sorority, which is why Nancy wants to join, but Robin has heard stories about this sorority and she’s worried about her.

“They have initiation tests, you know? And I fear they’ll do something to her.”

“Something like what?”

“I don’t know! Make her walk naked in the woods? I don’t know what straight girls do to have fun, but I would prefer to be there.”

Stevie sighs, looking at Robin with empathy before shaking her head.

“I knew it! I knew the pretty rich girl would have not helped the dyke nerd. Fuck you, Stevie Harrington!” she yells, but Stevie grabs her wrists.

“I’m going to help you, but there’s no way they are going to accept you in to TEI, and you know it.”

“No, but if you help me-”

“Even if I help you. But there’s something I can do.”

“Like what?”

“I can join them. Carol, one of the girls, asked me to join a few days ago.”

“Carol? Like Carol Perkins?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s not one of the girls! She’s the fucking president of Theta Epsiylon Iota!” Robin exclaims, covering her mouth with one hand, “And she asked you, Stevie Harrington, to join her sorority?!”

Now that Stevie thinks about it, the time they spoke was the only time she saw Carol in class.

Fuck.

“She asked me about my mom.”

Stevie knows that her mom was in some sorority and now she has a big suspicion. “We have to go to the library!” she declares, jumping out of bed, grabbing some clothes from her chair, and putting them over her baby pink pajamas. Robin doesn’t comment and follows her to the library.

Being the one who almost lives in the library, Robin guides Stevie through the shelves until they find the section with all the yearbooks. After a few calculations about Stevie’s mom's age, something she was always very secretive about, they found the right year. Flipping through the pages they find her: Mary Margaret Jonson, Theta Epsilon Iota’s president.

“That’s why she wants you to join. Nothing is more important than legacy in this kind of group. And you didn’t even try to get accepted, so they are eager to have you.”

Stevie nods, nibbling at her thumb. She doesn’t want to get into a sorority. She doesn’t want to live the same life her mom did, but it seems that’s what’s going to happen.

“If I do this for you,” she tells Robin, “you’ll help me study. And you will stop to avoid me like I had the plague.”

Robin stares at her for the longest time, but finally, she nods, “Deal.” She declares, reaching out with her hands and they shake hands in the back of the library.

***

Carol Perkins is the kind of girl that doesn’t go unnoticed, her laugh is loud and clear and she’s not ashamed of being seen. Her red hair, which is her signature, is always brushed to perfection and her makeup it’s so perfect it looks like she woke up like that, but Stevie knows how much work is hidden under the appearance of her natural beauty.

“Carol.” Stevie waves, juggling with the food tray while he gets closer to her table.

“Stevie,” she replies, tilting her head with interest, “Do you need something?”

“I wanted to ask…” Stevie gathers all her courage, “I wanted to ask you if I could join TEI.”

The entire table seems to hold its breath while Carol studies Stevie’s face.

“Did something make you change your mind? I thought you weren’t the kind of girl looking to join a sorority.”

“Yeah. But you know. Mom was President for years. So I thought… I admire her so much. Maybe joining her sorority could be a good thing for me. Even if I’m a bit scared because I know that her name goes with some expectation.”

Carol smiles like a shark who smelled blood in the water, “Nice to know. I’m glad you changed your mind, but I don’t know if we have a free spot for you. You know, many girls asked to join the sorority, but not everyone makes it.”

“Let me try. You won’t be disappointed. I promise.”

Carol smirks, examining Stevie’s entire body, and Stevie knows that look is the same as the judge of the beauty peasant used to give her. That’s her moment to shine. She smiles softly, relaxes her shoulders, and turns her head just a little bit to show Carol her best profile.

The res haired girl turns toward her sorority sister, “What did I tell you? Annus Mirabilis.” She chuckles before turning toward Stevie with a smirk, “Meet me at the sorority house, tonight. After curfew.”

“After curfew?” Stevie asks, worriedly.

“Are you scared to break the rules, Harrington? Maybe you’re not the kind of girl the sorority is looking for.”

“I’ll be there!” she immediately declares, and her bottle of water shakes on her tray, “I’ll be there. Tonight after curfew.”

Carol turns her attention back toward the other girls and they start to giggle and comment on the awkward interaction between Stevie and Carol, Carol leaves quickly, Stevie’s ears red with embarrassment. Once more she manages to make a fool out of herself. Great. Absolutely great.

***

Once back in her room, she tells Robin what happened in the cafeteria.

“After curfew? Are you sure? You could be expelled if someone found you doing something stupid outside at night,” Robin says, biting her already tortured nails.

“Do you have any other ideas? Because I don’t,” Steve replies, shrugging and Robin has to admit that she has no other idea.

“I hate this. They have the upper hand. She could ask you to do whatever she wants.”

Stevie isn’t too worried about that. If Carol asks her something she’s not comfortable with, she’ll just say no. She can force her, can she?

When the curfew comes, Robin helps Stevie climb down from the window like a thief.

“Pay attention,” Robin whispers, while Stevie is with one leg inside their room and the other dangling against their homemade rope made of sheets tied together like Robin saw in an old movie.

I’ll be ok,” Stevie promises. If there’s something Stevie was always good at, it’s sports.

She climbs down swiftly and lands softly on the grass. She hides behind a bush, looking for the security guys, but when she’s sure they aren’t in that part of the campus she runs toward the sorority house.

She knocks on the door, her cheeks red from the run and some sweat drops on her forehead. For a few moments nothing happens, and Stevie starts to think that Carol messed with her, but then the door opens with a loud squeak.

“You came,” Carol says, amused. She’s wearing only a white see through nightgown and a pair of innocent white panties that clash terribly with her smug attitude. At her feet a pair of feather heels like the ones Stevie’s mother used to wear at home.

“What’s this?”

“Come in and I’ll tell you.”

All the lights in the house are turned off, and the only light comes from a room on the second floor.

“That’s my room. Follow me.”

Stevie follows Carol upstairs, staring at her perfect ass; every time she steps on a new step her nightgown rises just enough to show the white panties.

Once they finally get to Carol’s room Stevie looks around. Everything is in perfect order, not even a piece of paper out of place.

“Come.” Carol beckons her, and Stevie follows her, toward her bed and sits awkwardly on the edge of the mattress.

“What am I doing here? And where’s everybody?”

“I asked them to give us some privacy,” Carol says, putting on more cherry chapstick.

“Why?”

“Why are you here, Stevie?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, I think you do.”

“I… I’m here for a friend.”

“Friendship, huh? We appreciate friendship. And honesty. And loyalty.”

“What… what does it mean?”

“Who’s the girl?”

“Who?”

“The one you’re advocating for.”

“It’s not… I’m not…”

“Stevie…”

“Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. Robin asked me-”

Carol puts a perfectly manicured finger on Stevie’s lips, “I don’t care about the sad story behind that. I’ll just tell you that. If you agree to what I’ll ask you, I assure you that Nancy will become a member of the sorority.”

“Will you spare her any kind of humiliation?”

“That’s too much to ask, baby. But know that if it wasn’t for you she surely would have not made it. Now. Let’s talk about our deal.”

Carol's movements are sensual like a snake.

“Have you ever had sex, Stevie?”

Stevie gulps, she’s not ready to have sex in front of someone or blow a guy just for her sisters’ fun.

“So? Isn’t a hard question. Is it?”

“I… I did. Yeah.”

“And have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“With a…? No! No! Obviously no!”

“And you’re totally against it?”

“Of course! I’m not gay! I mean, I don’t have anything against… but I’m not!” Stevie jumps off the bed like the bed suddenly turned into lava.

“I see. So I don’t think I can help you. Sorry, Stevie.”

“You… What? You can’t force me to-”

“No one is forcing you. I made you a proposition. And you refused, as it’s your right. So please leave my room now.”

“But… but…”

Carol crosses her silky smooth legs and rests on her elbows, staring quietly at Stevie with the same amused smirk on her face.

“You changing your mind?”

Stevie pinches her eyes with a sigh, “How… how does it even work…”

“Stevie, Stevie… you’re even more naive than I thought. It will be my pleasure to break you into pieces and get you back together,” she grins, then she gets up and steps toward her closet where she grabs a sort of black rope.

“What’s that?”

“This, baby girl, is a harness for my strapon.”

“Your what?”

“My dick.”

Stevie opens her mouth, gasping loudly.

“Now I’m going to tell you what will happen if you stay here. I’m going to put my harness on. It’s your first time so I’ll be gentle with you, I’ll put my dick on and I’ll ask you to suck it until I feel satisfied. Then I’ll spread you on my bed and I’ll fuck you until you can’t think straight.” Carol chuckles at her own joke, “What do you think?”

“You’ll do the same to Nancy?”

“No, baby girl, this is just for you. Since the first day I saw you in the cafeteria, I wanted to see you on your knees, sucking my dick. You’re born to stay on your knees, aren’t you?”

Stevie’s stomach is pleasantly warm and she feels the good kind of cramping.

“So? What is gonna be?” Carol asks, letting the nightgown pool around her legs while she steps inside her harness. A few strong pulls and the black harness is tightly fixed around Carol’s hips. She opens a drawer, and after a long time, she grabs a purple dildo and fixes it to her harness. At that sight, Stevie’s mouth starts to water.

What the fuck is wrong with her.

“On your knees. Now.”

Stevie’s legs give out and she falls on her knees with a loud thump.

“So eager. I knew it. You just needed a little push, didn’t you, baby girl?”

Stevie is looking at Carol like she hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you already feeling floaty?” she asks. Stevie doesn’t know exactly what Carol means, but she definitely feels outside of her body at this moment, “Fine. I’ll keep a closer eye on you. Now open wide for me.”

Stevie’s mouth goes slack and Carol tugs her by her hair, feeding Stevie her cock agonizingly slowly.

The plastic dick stretches Stevie’s lips obscenely, and some spit starts to drool from the side of her mouth, but Stevie’s eyes are pinned on Carol.

“Good girl,” she praises, and then she starts to pull and push, slowly at the beginning, then faster and faster.

“Take me in your throat,” Carol orders, thrusting fully inside Stevie’s mouth.

The girl’s gag reflex immediately reacts and Steve starts to cough and cry around Carol’s dick, gasping for air.

“So fucking pretty,” she tells her, pulling out, letting Stevie take a deep breath before thrusting inside once more.

Stevie’s legs start to shake uncontrollably while she gasps once more around the purple cock.

“Did you come already? You’re such a slut, Stevie Harrington.” Carol chuckles, “Can you get on the bed or I’ll have to fuck you on the rug? It’s not a problem for me. I have done it more than once.”

Stevie would like to give her some snarky replies, but her mind is on strike at this moment, all she can think about is that she’s so wet that not only her panties are wet, but also her shorts.

Somehow she manages to crawl on the bed and Carol quickly removes her clothes, staring at the glistening wetness of Stevie’s sex.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs, diving between Stevie’s legs to taste her in her most personal place. Her tongue is strong and wicked while she licks and penetrates Stevie’s sex that’s spread open by Carol’s fingers.

Stevie tries to close her legs but a stern swat on her thigh makes her desist and she starts to moan louder and louder.

When Carol pushes two fingers inside she almost screams.

“So tight. Are you sure you had sex before, Stevie?” Carol asks, still buried between her tights, her chin glistening with Stevie’s juices.

Stevie turns her head to avoid staring at the demonic woman in white lingerie pumping inside her with her fingers.

“Three fingers baby. You’re getting looser.”

“Don’t… don’t say that.”

“What shouldn’t I say? That you are taking my fingers so well? I’m sure you’ll take my cock even better.” she grins, removing her hand to grab a bottle of lube from the night table, “You’re so wet you probably don’t need it. But it’s your first time. I want it to be good,” Carol tells her, pouring the lube on her plastic dick, and stroking it a few times before getting back between Stevie’s legs.

“Put your legs around my waist. You’ll like it even better,” she promises, before kissing her.

Carol tastes like cherry chapstick and Stevie’s sex, and Stevie is still lost tasting both of them when Carol’s dick starts to penetrate. Once more she’s slow but relentless. She doesn’t stop until her dick is cozy, nestled inside Stevie’s sex.

“Any thoughts?” Carol mocks her, seeing from Stevie’s expression that there are no thoughts in Stevie’s mind, “Hold on. We’re going on a ride.”

That’s the only warning Stevie gets before Carol starts to pump inside her faster and faster.

Stevie has had sex. Not as much as the legend says, but enough, but being fucked by Carol is a totally new experience. She moans, whines, and cries while the other woman keeps fucking her out of her mind.

Stevie comes again, shaking like a leaf and letting her legs fall on the mattress.

“We are not done yet, baby.” Carol grins, taking Stevie’s legs on her shoulder and thrusting harder and faster, “I want to see you crumble in front of me.”

Stevie tries to complain that it's too much. Two orgasms are more than she ever got, but Carol is deaf at her pleas and manages to get another orgasm from Stevie. But this time the girl blacks out.

When she wakes up, she’s comfortably resting in Carol’s bed, the wetness between her legs is gone and she’s wearing a pink pair of panties that aren’t hers.

“Next time, I’ll suck your huge tits until you come,” Carol promises with a smirk.

“Next time?” Stevie asks, confused.

“Oh yes. You’re one of my sisters now. And I take care of them.” Carol winks, “Now sleep. It’s late and you’ll have to wake up soon to get back to your dorm before someone finds out you left after curfew.”

Stevie frowns, and Carol chuckles, “What? I gave you the entire princess experience. Avoiding troubles is your problem, not mine.”

“And Nancy?”

“She’s in. I already told you. Now sleep.”

Stevie nods and turns her face toward the wall to avoid staring at Carol, but before she falls asleep she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder and she melts under Carol’s touch.

Next time, Stevie will eat her out.

Maybe college isn’t a waste of time after all.

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