Page 55 of Party Favors
Amanda murmured, “Tell me when.”
And Wren gasped out, “When. Now. When.”
Amanda got the clamp loose, and Wren’s nerve endings exploded. She trembled through her orgasm, grinding against Amanda’s sensuous, sucking lips. She felt like a popped balloon. A noisemaker at its loudest setting.
A soothing caress on her thighs brought her back to reality, and she slipped to the side so she didn’t smother Amanda with her pussy.
“That was so hot,” Amanda said, staring up at the ceiling above them. “You screamed.”
Wren laughed. “I did?”
“Yeah. And the party is quieter now that it’s past midnight. People might have heard you.” Amanda said this like she was delighted by it.
Wren was kind of delighted by it too.
She kissed Amanda, tasting herself on Amanda’s lips. “Happy New Year.”
“Mmmm.” Amanda slipped Wren a little tongue before pulling back with a smile. “Happy New Year.”
“Want to go back to the party?”
Amanda laughed and rolled her head on the cushion underneath her. “I want to get in bed with you. Does that make me a spoilsport? Not exactly life-of-the-party material here, I guess.”
Amanda might not have been the life of the party, but that moniker had been following Wren for her whole life. Tonight, though, she didn’t want to be anywhere except under the covers with Amanda.
“You just had my whole hand inside you. I think a bed is warranted.”
“That was unreal, by the way. I would love to do it again. Maybe next time we see each other.”
Wren tried not to jump at that. She’d been working under the assumption that this was a fling. Maybe Amanda thought they could be the type of friends that fucked every time they met up. Wren wasn’t brave enough to imagine Amanda wanted more than that, but even the inkling of possibility was causing a conga line in her chest.
“Let’s go to bed,” she said, rather than, “Yes! Girlfriends forever!” which was very measured on her part, she thought.
They did a quick cleanup and righted Leo and Rosie’s balcony. As they left the hotel room, Wren shot Rosie a text that they were done.
She got back the winking emoji with its tongue out, which was very unlike Rosie but also apt. Then Rosie responded,Take your time. We’ve found other ways to entertain ourselves. Might not make it back to the room, regardless.
Wren shook her head and smiled. She loved her friends.
She and Amanda made it back to their cabin before one o’clock. An early night for Wren, at least when a party was involved, but she was excited to dive into bed.
They both went about their bedtime routines in companionable silence, including a quick, shared shower. Wren put on an old pair of mesh athletic shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Amanda put on a different silky sleep set, this one with wide-leg gauchos and an oversized menswear-style top with ribbing and buttons.
Neither were dressed to incite lustful thoughts, but Wren thought Amanda looked like a bedtime goddess. It made her imagine all kinds of retro-inspired silky wonders she could create for the woman in her bed.
That was a dangerous thought, though. One she’d have to stress over in private tomorrow.
Once the lights were out and a small fire banked in the fancy fireplace, they lay facing each other in the big, cozy bed.
Wren was exhausted, and Amanda seemed exhausted too, but neither one of them closed their eyes. Wren didn’t want to go to sleep. In less than twelve hours, this would be over in one way or another. She planned to milk every moment of consciousness.
She reached across the middle distance between them and tucked a strand of wet hair behind Amanda’s ear, lingering for as long as she could get away with.
“I’m so glad you came, Amanda. Thank you. This has been a dream come true.”
“For me too.” Amanda’s eyelids were heavy, but she was obviously fighting sleep. “This one bed situation was the greatest, happiest accident.”
Wren smiled. “It was.”
