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Heather sunk into her arms as Vanessa pushed two, then three fingers inside, her other hand lost in Heather’s hair, gripping it as Heather rode her fingers.
It was hot. It was fast. And Vanessa couldn’t ignore the way her heart fluttered in her chest as Heather came undone in front of her eyes.
Heather kissed her, her hips still gently rocking as she came down off the high of her orgasm, and Vanessa had no idea how she was supposed to say goodbye to this woman.
9
Heather could have got the subway home, but she ended up taking the long way home, almost dreading getting back to her place and having to face one of her roommates who more than likely knew she’d spent the night somewhere else. She was friends with both of them, and they meant well, but Heather wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened last night.
Snow flurries danced to the ground as Heather took her time, stopping for a hot cup of coffee to carry around with her. She strolled into Washington Square Park, the cold winter air nipping at her cheeks, and found a seat on an empty bench. She took a long sip as she observed the people around her.
Despite the chill, the park was alive with activity. A musician played acoustic guitar, serenading a small crowd gathered on the sidewalk. His worn, scuffed guitar case lay open at his feet, a few crumpled dollar bills and coins visible inside.
A jogger zipped past, his breath visible in small white puffs with each exhale. He had headphones on, seemingly oblivious to the music as he maintained a steady pace along the path. Across the way, a vendor sold hot pretzels and coffee from his cart, the aroma wafting through the brisk air.
Heather soaked in the atmosphere, but her mind kept wandering back to the night before. She knew she shouldn’t have let last night happen. She knew there was almost no chance that she’d see her again.
Heather slid her phone out of her coat pocket, opening up her contacts. She scrolled down to the very bottom. There was Vanessa’s number.
Heather opened up her messages. She didn’t know why she’d gotten her number. They both knew that last night was a one-time thing, but Heather somehow felt better knowing that they had each other’s number. Things change. People move.
Heather exhaled, releasing a cloud of white smoke into the air. She couldn’t hope that Vanessa would get in touch with her the next time she was in the city. That was just not a healthy approach no matter how much Heather would love it to happen. She couldn’t expect it to.
But at the same time, it was so hard to file that kind of night away, to know that it was a dead end, that there was no hope for anything more, because Heather knew she’d never experienced anything like that before.
It wasn’t entirely crazy to think that they could make it work, but there was an understanding from the start last night that this wasn’t going anywhere. Vanessa would probably never leave her hometown and her business, and long distance relationships never really worked, not that Heather had seen.
There was the age difference too. She obviously had no problem with it, but Vanessa definitely did.
Heather shook her head as she pushed all those thoughts away. No point even going there. Heather had been the one to ask for her number, and maybe Vanessa was just being polite when she gave her hers, knowing that she’d never use it. If Heather hadn’t asked, would Vanessa have just said goodbye?
Heather took a sip of coffee. Probably.
She started texting Megan, because Heather knew she shouldn’t spend the day alone. She’d just keep going in circles when what she really needed was someone to talk some sense into her.
HEATHER
Hey. Hope last night went well. Breakfast?
MEGAN
How about lunch? 12:30?
HEATHER
Sure. Urban Vine?
MEGAN
See you then
Left alone with her thoughts again, it was impossible for Heather not to think about last night. If she’d thought the bar was intense…
Heather leaned her head back, looking up at the gray sky, a snowflake landing on her forehead. She closed her eyes and images of Vanessa’s perfect body underneath her, her head thrown back, her fingers digging into Heather’s arm as she came filled her mind.
“Fuck it,” Heather said as she pushed herself off the bench and kept walking.
She had to go home and shower before she met Megan. And more importantly, change out of the clothes that she was wearing, because there was no way that Megan wouldn’t spot her work clothes from yesterday.
