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I could stare at the group chat all night while the Waters boys hurl insults at each other, but that’s not going to do anything about all this nervous tension ricocheting around inside of me.
My phone pings again, and I look down at it. Jameson texted again. Only not to the group chat this time, just to me.
JAMESON:
I’m glad you made it home safe Lemon
And I’m sorry. I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. I’m fucking sorry babe
Please don’t shut me out. Don’t tell me I fucked this up already. At least give me a chance to really fuck this up, not just by being an idiot the second time I get near you
Please
I don’t answer because I have no idea what to say to him. I don’t know if I could give him another chance. And I definitely don’t know if I want to.
What would another chance even look like? Another few casual hook-ups before we both realize how big of a risk we’re taking? What’s the point of that?
Since it’s way too early and I’m way too wired to go to bed, I head out to the greenhouse for some evening misting and pruning. When I know one more drop of water will risk the health of my plants, I force myself to head back inside. I tidy the kitchen. I toss in a load of laundry.
And then I’m sitting on the living room sofa knowing that I’m only here to avoid going to bed alone. And avoid doing what I actually want to do right now.
Come with Jameson’s mouth between my thighs.
The second-best thing is thinking about Jameson’s mouth between my thighs with my vibrator actually between my thighs.
After a hot shower, I slip into one of my long satin nighties. I hate that feeling of being trapped when I roll over and I’m all caught up in my pajamas. That never happens with satin. I just slip and slide around in my bed and never feel trapped for a second.
Pulling my beloved suction vibrator out of my bedside table, I stroke it like Gollum strokes his precious. I keep it in the middle drawer, obviously. Only an amateur keeps sex toys in the top drawer or the bottom drawer. Pulling out the little blue glass bottle of homemade olive oil lube I make, I squirt some into my hand and stroke it over the pink silicone.
After putting the little lube bottle down on my bedside table, I let one hand slide over my breasts on top of the satin of my nightie. Then I turn on my vibrator and bring it down, down, and press it against my pussy. My Precious is a very special breed of vibrator. She’s multi-talented. A real double threat. One arm has a suction that goes on my clit, and the other arm slips inside me and pulses against my g-spot. I’m not even sure I needed the lube tonight. My pussy has been wet and throbbing for hours. Ever since Jameson shoved me up against the porch and owned my mouth tonight, pinning me with his hard body as his hands roamed over me. But a little extra lubrication hurts no one ever.
Slowly, I push the vibrator inside and then wriggle my hips until it’s positioned just right. Then I lie there, rocking my hips and thinking about Jameson’s mouth on my clit. Thinking about how he liked it when I fucked his face, rolling my hips into him. How he groaned into me, sending vibrations racing through me. How it felt when he sucked right on my clit with his lips.
My phone is in my hands before I can think better of it.
LILY:
Go fuck yourself kid
That’s what I’m doing. And I have to say, I highly recommend it.
When my phone pings next to me, I don’t want to text him back. I don’t really have the bandwidth right now.
Instead, I tap on the screen until I’m calling him.
“Lemon? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you sure? Not that I’m not glad you’re calling, but what are you doing calling me so late after ignoring me all night? And after just telling me to go fuck myself?”
“Are you at home?”
“Yeah, you want me to come over?”
“Are you alone?”
“Yeah, I’m in my room. Look, I can be there in five minutes. Three, probably. I’ll risk the speeding ticket, if it means you’re going to talk to me.”
