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The answer was easy, but Annalise wasn’t sure if she should speak the truth out loud. Eh . Fuck it. “My… myself.”
Clarissa’s smile could almost be described as malicious. “Me, too. Which reminds me….” She licked her way down Annalise’s body and went to work on her center once again.
After a few seconds, she added her fingers to the mix, and with one good pulse of two fingers inside Annalise combined with a long swipe of her tongue, Annalise fell apart. Her legs flew in the air, her mouth went dry, and all of the gravity seemed to be swept from the room. It was as if she was floating above her body and watching herself have the orgasm… one of the best of her entire life. When she finally came down, she was nothing more than a mass of heavy limbs that she couldn’t move if she tried.
Clarissa scooted up beside her and ran a hand through Annalise’s sweat-drenched hair. “How can I pleasure you next?”
***
“No way! You’ve gotta be shitting me. She did not say that.” Nathalie playfully punched her husband who was sitting beside her. “How come you never ask me how you can pleasure me?”
Annalise didn’t necessarily want to be sharing this story with Boden, but Nathalie had insisted they get lunch the day after her hookup, and she knew Nathalie would end up sharing the story with Boden anyway. Plus, she liked Boden. He chilled Nathalie out, even if only very slightly.
Boden rubbed his arm as if Nathalie’s punch actually hurt. “I didn’t know I was supposed to.”
Nathalie rolled her eyes as she looked back at Annalise. “Men. Anyway, are you two getting together again?”
Annalise had to hold in a laugh as she thought back on the last part of her night. “It turns out, Clarissa is a very busy woman. She squeezed me in this time, but she couldn’t pencil me in again until September fifteenth.”
Nathalie looked down at her phone then blinked at Annalise with wide eyes. “But that’s a month from now.”
Now Annalise giggled. “I know. I’m not kidding. She literally penciled me into her calendar. A calendar she has specifically to keep track of women.”
“Damn.” Nathalie shook her head at her husband. “I might have rushed this thing between us. I should have given women more of a chance.”
“ More of a chance?” Boden choked on his beer.
Nathalie rolled her eyes once again. “Put your boner away. I’m talking about the few friends I made out with in college. It unfortunately didn’t go any farther than that.” Nathalie let out a dramatic sigh and lay her chin in her hand. “Anyway, what are you going to do before that?”
Annalise’s heart rate picked up and her hands became clammy. She stared down at the table to try to somewhat hide her warm face that she was sure was the same color as the cranberry vodka she was drinking. “I made plans for the next three Friday nights leading up to it.”
“With three different women?” Nathalie shouted.
Annalise’s eyes darted around the restaurant as her face became even more warm and her heartbeat more erratic. Her nerves calmed slightly when she realized no one seemed to be paying any attention to them. Thank God. “Yes. That’s correct.”
“Shit.” Nathalie moved her hands as if she was bowing toward Annalise. “My queen. What about Brinley? Are you going to be seeing her at all during that time?”
Annalise shrugged, trying her best to play it cool. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”
Which was a complete and utter lie. She thought about it all the time. It was practically all she thought about at this time. She was still itching to touch Brinley. She dreamed of watching Brinley fall apart below her. She fantasized about what she would taste like. It was still a line she wasn’t willing to cross though. Going there meant something… something she didn’t really want to have to overthink right now. This was supposed to be fun, not eye-opening.
Part of the reason she had made so many plans was to have an excuse not to see Brinley. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she had no question that as soon as she did, all bets were off. She would be touching her, whether she was ready to or not.
Deep down, she knew the truth. She was more than ready.
Chapter 8
Brinley
Three and a half weeks. It had officially been three and a half whole weeks since Brinley last saw Annalise. In that time, all she could think about was the two of them masturbating in front of each other. Every time she pleasured herself, she pictured Annalise lying beside her watching and doing the same. Even when she was working or attempting to study, her thoughts kept returning to that moment. It was like she was addicted, and now she was definitely going through withdrawal.
She needed to respect Annalise’s space though. She was the teacher, and Annalise was the student. A student who was taking her assignment very seriously, it appeared. She already had three different hookups, the latest one happening last night, and two more scheduled. She didn’t need Brinley right now, which meant it could be a while until they saw each other. She chose to ignore the slight sting in her heart over that fact. She wasn’t getting attached. She was just horny. Very horny.
The solution was simple, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. She needed to have sex with someone else. She needed to scratch that itch and then she’d feel better. It was decided. The next woman who walked into the bar, Brinley would coax into her bed. Only if she was willing, of course, but most women were.
When the bells above the door of the bar sounded, Brinley’s eyes shot to it. Moment of truth. Holy fucking shit. This must be a joke. Brinley laughed as she walked to the side of the bar closest to the door and leaned down onto it. “What are you doing here?” she asked the beautiful blue-eyed blonde standing in front of her.
Annalise smiled shyly as she sat down across from where Brinley stood. “I was looking for a last-minute tutoring session.”
