Page 71 of Just the Tipsy
“I’ll try them if you’re down to share.” I sit down next to her, my thigh against hers. “I have some food but it’s all boring stuff. We can trade.”
“I have this popcorn with vegan cheese, these faux-cheese kale chips, some dark chocolate covered pretzels, dark chocolatecovered fruit…” She puts the snacks out on the table. “Then some basic stuff like potato chips.”
“Faux-cheese kale chips?” I grab the bag and take a look, frowning. “But why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why would anyone voluntarily create that and why would anyone want to eat it?” I ask.
“They’re not bad!” She takes them back and tears open the bag. The scent inside makes me wrinkle my nose. “Okay, they’re an acquired taste.”
I reach into the bag and take one, examining it before popping it into my mouth. It tastes like toes. Just toes, distilled into their most potent form.
“That’s…a flavor.” I choke it down and cough. Bianca laughs, smacking my back.
“Then there are more for me.” She grins.
“You and all two of your taste buds can have them.” I hop up. “You want a drink? A seltzer or something?”
“Sure, please.”
I go into the kitchen to grab us some drinks, glancing over at Bianca. Seeing her curled up on the couch, the dogs relaxing together like they do this all the time, settles something inside me. Like she’s supposed to be here all the time, already comfortable in my space.
By the time I return with some additional snacks, Bianca is settled even further into the couch, her legs curled up under herself. She’s eating the popcorn, which thankfully doesn’t smell like a gym bag.
“You’re ready to rewatch Breaking Bad?” she asks, reaching for her popcorn.
“Yeah, if you are.” I put our drinks and snacks on the table. Something there has caught Duke’s attention, and he sniffs the air. “None of this is for you, Duke.”
Duke grumbles and rests his head right on top of Sadie’s. I pull up Breaking Bad and hit play on the first episode on the first season. I’ve seen it at least four times, so my mind starts to wander, mostly to Bianca’s warmth next to me. I put my arm across the back of the couch and take a peek at her.
There’s no way I’ll be able to make it through this day without touching her at least once. The longer the episode goes on, the closer Bianca gets. Soon she’s curled up against me, her head against my shoulder. I’m not sure how she manages to smell so good all the time, but it’s driving me nuts.
I swallow. This shouldn’t be as big of a deal as it feels. We’re hooking up — I’m giving her sex lessons, for fuck’s sake. But any cuddling is usually incidental, just our bodies finding each other’s warmth if we fall asleep after we have sex. This feels like something I’d do with a girlfriend.
Or a thing I’dwantto do because Catherine never wanted to just sit around and do nothing at any point. Nothing but the rain falling outside, our bodies warm next to each other, both of us being okay with a little silence.
I snag one of the dark chocolate covered pretzels, and lean back against the couch again. Bianca settles back into her position. I close my eyes and take a subtle breath out of my nose. I need to disconnect this from cuddling, girlfriend-ish shit.
“Bianca,” I say.
“Hm?” She looks up at me, then at my lips.
I take the remote and pause the show before taking her lips in a kiss. She melts into me right away, letting me press her onto her back. I hold her close, deepening the kiss, making it harsher. I want her, yeah, but I’m not going to let tenderness be a part of this.
I help her tug her hoodie off and toss it to the side, then work on her snug top. She’s not wearing a bra, and her perky titsbounce free. They’re perfect, just like the rest of her — the size, the shape, the feeling of her nipples in my mouth.
I kiss my way down her neck before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth a little harder than I usually do. She sucks in a breath, her body arching toward me. I slow down, waiting for more of her cues, but she just presses against me, wanting more.
I worship her breasts until she’s whimpering, her nails harsh against my scalp. My cock is so hard that it hurts, and I need release.
“Come here,” I say, hopping off her and tugging her leggings down just below her ass so she can’t part her legs. I shove my shorts down, my cock springing free.
She squeals when I press her knees back to her chest. Her pussy is already slick, peeping from between her bound legs. My cock twitches at the thought of her I’m moments from just plunging inside of her before I stop.
“Shit, condom,” I say. How did I almost forget? Trying to block out feelings doesn’t mean I need to block out sense.
“I have an IUD,” she says, breathless. She loops an arm around the back of her knees. “And everything came back negative when I got tested. I mean, if you want to.”
