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Title: Heathers
Characters: Heather/Heather/Heather, Veronica
Fandom: Heathers
Rating: R (mostly for language)
Words: ~250
Warning: possibly irreverent



Heather was always first. She would pull the red scrunchie out of her hair and lie back against the pillows and wait for Heather and Heather to lie beside her. Heather Duke had nimble fingers and Heather McNamara had long fingers and so they made a good pair.

Heather Chandler was very specific about what the other Heathers were to do when it was her turn. Heather Duke was to kiss her on the mouth and finger her clit while Heather McNamara was to kiss her nipples and fuck her. Hard. With three fingers. This should carry on until she came.

Heather often declared her self too tired after coming to ‘help out’ her friends. She would usually concede that it was only fair if she moved a little to the side of the bed so Heather and Heather would have more room to work on each other.

Heather Duke usually came next. She and Heather were more flexible and often tried different positions, which made it more exciting to watch. The sight of Heather’s dark head disappearing under Heather’s cheerleading skirt… Now that was a sight to behold.

Not being a Heather, Veronica was relegated to the sofa. She didn’t mind too much though, as she knew how to make use of her own long and nimble fingers. And while it wasn’t strip croquet, it still beat just flinging off your clothes and boning away on the neighbor’s swing set.