“Oh, okay. We’re doing this at the same time?” Blythe grabbed her shorts with one hand, while the other continued pleasuring Abby, and yanked her own shorts down.
Without Blythe’s underwear in the way, Abby found the spot that caused Blythe to squirm.
“Shit, I can’t do this,” Blythe said.
Disappointment coursed through Abby.
“I’m going to fall over.” With a tilt of her head, Blythe motioned toward the dresser. When her back hit the wood, she said, “Better. You can collapse against me when you come, and I won’t tip over.”
Abby laughed and returned her attention to Blythe’s swollen clit.
Before long, Blythe let out a cry and thrust against Abby’s fingers. Watching Blythe in the throes of an orgasm brought Abby to her own release.
Once their legs were stable enough to move, they tumbled into bed.
“That was a first,” Blythe said.
“Which part?” Abby asked as she crawled up beside Blythe and rested her head on Blythe’s shoulder.
“Standing.” Blythe stretched her arms over her head. “But damn. That was hot.”
Abby grinned. It had been. “And fast.”
Blythe swiped her phone from the nightstand. “I left the bathroom at nine thirty.”
“What time is it?”
Blythe laughed. “Nine forty-three.”
“So much for lesbians taking their time.” Abby playfully ran her finger down Blythe’s stomach. Maybe it had gone fast, but there was plenty of time for another round or two.
“I think that’s a myth.”
“Oh, you mean you respond this quickly with all your girlfriends?”
Blythe squirmed.
Damn it.What a buzzkill bringing up past relationships. “Disregard that. It was inappropriate.”
Blythe let out a deep breath. She held her phone above them. “Should we do a short video?”
“Now?” Abby lifted her head off Blythe’s shoulder, so she could see her better. “After sex?”
“I’ve taken selfies of us in bed before, so what’s the difference?”
Blythe was right. They were the only ones who knew something was different, or would everyone sense it? Could their followers see it in their eyes? Heat rose up Abby’s neck.
“Relax.” Blythe kissed Abby on top of the head. “You worry too much. Bridget and Foxy are always posting from their bed.”
“Yeah, but they’re lesbian icons. The couple everyone wants to be like.”
“We’re on our way, baby.” Blythe kissed Abby and then held her phone out. “Look up and smile.”
“Wait.” Abby pulled the sheet up over her shoulder. “What am I supposed to say?”
Blythe scrunched up her face. “I know. Tell me what you’re looking forward to at Navy Pier tomorrow.”
After Blythe shot the video, she held the phone so they could both see the screen. Once it stopped playing, Blythe asked, “Are you okay with me posting it? Or do you want to do another one?”
