Overstimulation
A very soggy, very irritated 25-year-old Wednesday Addams stood at Enid’s apartment door at 2:15 in the morning, rainwater dripping from her braids onto Enid’s welcome mat as she knocked on the door with slight desperation.
Enid sleepily wobbled towards the persistent knocking. “Who the fuck…?” She pressed her eye to the peephole and froze. “Wednesday?”
The door flew open. Sleep vanished the second Enid took in the sight of her best friend, “Oh my God, Wednesday, what the hell?!”
She stepped aside, letting Wednesday waddle in. “Are you ok? Are you hurt?” She inspected her, grabbing her by the shoulders, turning her slightly, patting her down, and sighing in relief when she noticed she was fine. “Wait…is someone following you? I swear I’ll rip their throat out…” She opened the door and peered out at the empty hall.
Wednesday just stood there, staring at her quietly, as if debating what to say next.
Enid closed the door, chest heaving in panic, “I think you lost them.”
“Enid.” She said matter-of-factly, “Nothing is wrong. I just…need your help with something…personal.”
Enid narrowed her eyes with curiosity. “Hm, let me get you some dry clothes first.” She ran off before Wednesday could rebut.
Only when Wednesday was fully dry and had a huge cup of hot coffee in her hand, did Enid relax and sit across from her on the couch. “Ok, what’s up, buttercup?” She took a sip of her tea and waited.
Wednesday set her cup down. “I was conducting a case study on human responses and…encountered an anomaly.” She took a deep breath.
Enid gave her a reassuring pat, “It’s ok. You can tell me anything.”
Wednesday looked up at her and said, “Enid, I have never experienced an orgasm.”
Enid choked on her tea. “You…wait, what?” She coughed.
Wednesday closed her eyes, clearly regretting every life choice that led her here. “Enid, I need you to give me one…” She finished abruptly.
Enid recoiled back into her couch, “What?! Give you a…”
“An orgasm, Enid.” Wednesday deadpanned, irritation sharpening her tone. “Must I draw you a diagram?”
Enid blinked rapidly, “Wednesday, do you know what you’re asking me?!”
Wednesday stood abruptly. “This was clearly a mistake.” She headed for the door.
Enid was faster. She darted in front of her, blocking the exit. “Hey. Look at me.”
Wednesday eased her frown slightly, reluctantly looking up at Enid’s bright blue eyes. Enid reached out, cupping her face with both hands, thumbs brushing cold cheeks. Years have proven over and over that Enid’s touch helped soothe the storms within Wednesday’s mind. She took a deep breath, and Wednesday followed. “I just need to know you’re actually okay with this,” Enid said softly. “You’ve never wanted…any of this before.”
Wednesday pondered for a second, then nodded slowly.
Enid knew Wednesday was never interested in sex or in romantic interactions, so she knew how hard this was for her to ask, “Would you like to talk about it first?” She asked shyly.
Wednesday blinked, “I…only know that I would not trust anybody else with such an intimate task…”
Enid flashed her a soft smile, “I’m honored, Wends.” She hugged her, taking in her smaller frame.
Wednesday rested her cheek on her shoulder, “I know this might be hard for you…given the feelings…”
Enid pulled away slowly, “Shh, we don’t have to…talk about that if you’re not ready.”
Enid had confessed her feelings were far more than just friendly towards Wednesday, around a year ago. It took her that long to build up the courage to, and when she finally did, Wednesday built her walls higher…
“I was an idiot.” Wednesday continued, gaze dropping to Enid’s mouth. “I was blinded to see that you were the only one for me…”
Enid’s smile grew in an instant, “Wait, really?”
Wednesday scoffed, rolling her eyes, cheeks faintly pink. “Yes, you ridiculous puppy. The feeling is incredibly mutual. Now stop making me say sentimental things, or I will stab you.”
That was all the permission Enid needed.
She kissed her gently at first, then deeper when Wednesday’s hands fisted in her shirt and pulled her closer. Enid lifted her effortlessly, Wednesday’s legs wrapping around her waist as she carried her to the bedroom.
The rest of the night dissolved into heat and discovery.
Wednesday’s usual icy control shattered beautifully. Soft gasps turned into shaky moans, then desperate cries as Enid took her time, teasing and learning every sensitive spot until Wednesday was trembling, overstimulated, and overwhelmed in the best possible way. Her first orgasm hit hard, back arching, nails digging into Enid’s shoulders, and it wasn’t the last.
By the time the rain stopped outside, both of them were wrecked, breathless, and tangled together in Enid’s soft sheets. Wednesday’s usual frown was replaced by something dazed and almost peaceful.
Enid pressed a kiss to her forehead, grinning. “So…case study complete?”
Wednesday huffed a tiny laugh against her neck. “Preliminary findings are…promising. We will need to repeat the experiment extensively...just to be sure.”
Enid’s laugh filled the room. “God, I love you.” She nuzzled her neck and peppered soft kisses on her sensitive skin.
Wednesday didn’t argue. She simply pulled Enid closer, already plotting further experimentation…