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When I turn back around, he’s gone.
Becca is… beautiful. There’s no denying that.
And to top it off, her home is gorgeous. It’s a small apartment with only one bedroom, but it’s so full of color and life that you instantly feel welcome when you enter. She rang me this morning and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner. And after last night’s—whatever you want to call it with Joey—I gladly agreed.
Becca cooked me dinner, and we ate it on her couch while watching Gilmore Girls. Now she’s lying on my lap while my hand strokes her short hair.
“This situation is going to be messy, isn’t it?” she asks, taking her eyes off the television and glancing back at me.
I want to lie to her, to tell her no it won’t be and that she has nothing to worry about.
But that would be a lie.
Unless I fly to Italy, grab my sister, and take Becca with me, then attempt to work out some way to hide us all, that’s the only way we could possibly not be a part of this upcoming shitshow.
“I hope not,” I reply, but it’s almost a whisper because I don’t believe the words I am saying out loud.
Her eyes search my face, and my heart thumps a bit harder.
“Do you think you’ll sleep with him?”
Being not sure how to answer her, I bite my lip at her blunt question, especially after last night, I’m realizing it might be inevitable.
“I want to tell you no, but Joey is attractive. And soon I’ll be spending every day with the man. So, I’m not really sure.”
She turns away from me and looks back at the television. “We could end it now,” she suggests, her tone soft, her eyes still on the screen. “That’s the right thing to do, before we both get messy.” Becca pulls away and sits up on the couch, reaches for her shirt, and pulls it up and over her head, leaving her in only a bra. Then she stands and drops her skirt to the floor, so she is standing in front of me in only a thin lace G-string.
“I should do it. End this.”
She leans forward and cups my cheek. “You should do it. Please do it,” she almost begs, then climbs onto my lap. Her legs go around me and her lips find mine.
She tastes different than Joey.
Why on earth am I comparing the two?
She is sweeter, whereas he is sweet and sour at the same time.
Her hand slips under my top until she cups my breast, then she lifts my shirt and pulls my tit free, breaking our kiss and moving her mouth to my nipple. I moan at her soft lips and the flick of her tongue before I slide my hand between us and touch her through her panties. She’s wet, so I push the fabric to the side and slip a finger in while my thumb teases her clit.
Becca starts moving, her hips rocking at my touch, her mouth still on my nipple as her hand slides between us and slips alongside mine. She lightly rubs my clit as she moves her mouth to my other breast.
“Adora.”
“Hmm,” is all the response I can manage before I pull her head up to meet my eyes, our hands stuck down each other’s panties, fucking each other with our fingers. I slam my mouth onto hers, but she kisses me gently. She is always so gentle.
“I don’t think I can make this stop. Even knowing where this could lead…”
I move my fingers faster, applying more pressure on her clit. She continues to rub mine, but her movements are all over the place. Then her hand stops, and I know she’s nearing the edge. She breaks away from our kiss and leans her head on my shoulder, her hands on my waist, as she rides out the wave enveloping her body while her hips still grind into my hand.
When she comes around my fingers, I stop, and she collapses onto me, her hips still and her breathing heavy.
“And I didn’t even use my mouth,” I tell her, smiling. She chuckles into my shoulder before she pulls back and climbs down onto the floor and reaches for my shorts. I lift my hips so she can pull them off, along with my panties. She pushes on both of my knees and spreads me.
“No, but I want to.” She moves forward and lowers her mouth to my pussy. I somehow slide forward a little more, and my hand grips her short blonde hair as she starts moving her tongue. The first lick sends shivers all over my body, the second pushes me to a place where I am deliriously happy.
Her tongue stays exactly where I need it—on my clit—while her fingers move down and slide into me, pumping in and out with a beautiful rhythm.
My phone starts ringing, and we both ignore it as she continues our pleasure.
