Page 132 of Riding the Pine

“You’re staring at me awfully hard for so early in the morning.” Her mumbled voice makes my boob vibrate as she speaks.

“It’s way too early for the level of thinking I’m doing, as well.”

She tips her head back, looking up at me with concern in her eyes as she presses her lips together. “Are you okay?”

I nod, dropping a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose. This feels like one of those times where I should give a piece of myself to someone to see what they do with it. Anxiety simmers in mygut. I’m naked, vulnerable, and all-the-way exposed, but I’m also brave, the mighty Athena, so I take my shot.

“I was thinking that I’m glad we met.” I pause but not for long enough for her to say anything to fill the gap. “I don’t just mean for your wicked talented tongue. I…” Just breathe. Don’t stop. Keep going. “I’d like for us to be friends if you’re okay with it?”

She’s been grinning up at me since I said I’m glad we met, and when I say the word friends, she glomps me with both hands, burying her head in my boobs. She’s saying something I can’t quite hear, and my anxiety has me in a choke hold. Even though her reaction was positive, I need to hear her say it.

Fuck. I feel so damn pathetic.

I push her back, finding her chin and tipping it up so her eyes meet mine.

“I’d love that.” She smiles. “And I know you guys aren’t looking for a thruple, but if you ever want to play.” She shrugs. “We can totally be friends with benefits. I’m good with boundaries.”

Is it really that simple? Is it really still as easy for adults as it was when we were children? You just find a person you like and say hey, you’re my friend now?

Surely not.

The urge to kiss her overwhelms, and before she can blink, my lips are on hers.

She lets out a shriek, pulling back from me, and my stomach clenches. She covers her mouth. “I have morning breath.”

I relax, this isn’t about me, it’s her own hang up. We all have them. “And if I don’t care?”

She squints at me, trying to figure out the answer to that. “I’ve never kissed anyone before brushing my teeth before.”

I stroke her face. “Your call, but I’m game if you are.”

Her hand on my hip is warm, soft, and as she pulls me to her our lips connect. It’s lazy, soft, and sends tiny little shocks through my body.

“Mmmm.” Even her hum is adorable.

She rolls on top of me and curves her hips against mine making me moan.

Scott clears his throat in the doorway and our heads both snap his direction like a comical movie moment.

“If you two are hungry, food’s ready.” There’s amusement in his tone, teasing, a lightheartedness we’ve been missing since before I got attacked.

“Definitely hungry.” Ophelia skims her lips across my cheek, and my body reacts by heating from deep within.

I nod, holding Ophelia’s gaze with a telling stare of my own. “I could definitely eat.”

“I made pancakes.” Scott persists, stepping into the room, his gray sweatpants catching on his toe and sliding down just a little with every step toward my bed. His adonis belt, his pubic hair, a rock-hard cock that can’t be ignored.

Ophelia looks at Scott, then looks at me. “I’m down for another round if you are. I dreamed about how delicious your pussy tastes.”

She doesn’t wait for my answer, though she keeps looking at me as she slides down my body until she settles between my thighs. She pries apart my labia, groans, then looks at Scott who already has his cock in his hand.

“May I?” She pauses. “Please? She’s so wet already.”

My breathing is ragged and heavy. I arch my back, lifting my hips so my pussy is closer to her face. I’m close to begging, my body is buzzing with energy, remembering how her mouth felt against my pussy.

I look at Scott who’s licking his lips as his assessing stare glides over my body. The more he stares, the more my bodyreacts. My nipples are so hard, aching for his mouth to close around them and suck and bite them until I come.

My throat still aches from screaming last night but I’m panting, and each labored breath catches on my swollen vocal cords.

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