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“You’re doing wonderfully. Move closer. Let me get a better angle at your pretty little pussy.”
She did everything I said, and I shifted her to straddle my thigh better while I kept my fingers against her, rubbing her clit. She rocked her hips against my thigh, grinding on me while I played with her clit, and I pulled her into a long, deep kiss, breaking off after a minute to duck down and suck her nipple into my mouth. She was moving faster now, rocking against me, riding me with desperate cries of pleasure, and I broke off from her nipple in turns to switch to the other one and tell her how she was doingsuch a good job, so pretty like this, so perfect,and when my hand and my thigh were both covered in her wetness, dripping all over me, I was surprised to find it was so fucking hot.
Playing with her clit was fun. Feeling her grind on my thigh was sexy. I wanted to try out everything I could do to herpussy and see how she reacted. Wanted to fuck her in every way possible.
“Stella—” she gasped, her face running with sweat, dripping down onto me, flushed and messy-haired. “Oh, fuck, Stella, I’m going to… I’m…”
“Good girl. Come for me. Let me see you come, Allison—come while I’m playing with your pussy—” I pulled her into another kiss, and she moaned loudly as I felt her tighten under my fingertips, clenching as she pushed over the edge, gripping her hands into my back as she crushed her lips against mine, and slowly, finally, she pulled away, sweaty and spent but looking so blissfully satisfied.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, looking at me like I’d hung the moon, like I was the best sight in the world. “Oh my god.”
I looked at her, I think, in the same way, and I brushed her hair aside. “Did you like that?”
“You’re hotter than all my fantasies put together.” She bit her lip, blushing harder, but she smiled like nobody had ever been as happy as she was. “Oh my god. Did you…? Um. I mean. I know you’re not really…”
I lifted my hand up, covered in her wetness, and I looked between it and her before I licked one finger. She made a noise of desperate surprise, and I could feel her clench where she was still straddling my thigh. It tasted… weird, honestly. And a weird texture that kind of just sat on my tongue. But it wasn’t nearly as weird as I thought it would be. “I had an amazing time, Allison,” I said, and she bit her lip hard.
“I… wow. I can’t believe I decided to try out sex with a girl here and went and got with the absolute hottest one alive.”
“Look at you. Getting smoother every day. All that practice flirtingdoeshelp after all, doesn’t it? Went and got a girl to fuck you and you’re warmed up for the real flirting.”
She laughed, shaking her head incredulously. “My god, you’re hot.”
I kissed her again before I pulled back, grinning. “You’re going to keep that painting in a very special place, I assume.”
“I’ll keep it across from my bed and masturbate to it every night, I’m going to be honest with you.”
“Good. Let’s get cleaned up and go laze around on the beach for a while, come back, have food, and then I can sit on your face.”
“Jesus, what next? You have a winning lottery ticket to offer me too?”
I laughed. “No, just my pussy on your mouth. You’re so fucking good at that.”
“That’s way better than winning the lottery. Sounds like a plan.”
It really did.
Chapter 23
Allison
I woke up next to Stella Valerie Bell. And this time, I think I knew what was going on. I mean, I had no ideawhyorhowit was going on, but yesterday morning had made it pretty clear.
So did yesterday afternoon. And yesterday evening. She… she had more sex drive than I did. I wasn’t mad about that. She was worth trying to keep up with.
She was also leaving tomorrow. And I had work today, and I’d never so badly wanted to call off from a shift before. Thank god it was only a half shift, but a five-minute shift would have been too long, if it took me away from seeing Stella in a sheer camisole, lying in my bed, her brow a little bit scrunched in that way she did when she was sleeping. I wanted to know every detail of Stella—the way she moved while she was sleeping, what kinds of things she had random niche knowledge about, what kinds of in-jokes she shared with what kinds of people, what she’d been like in school as a kid, what she was like in classes now. Wanted to be able to write an encyclopedia on Stella Valerie Bell.
And all I had was just a bit over twenty-four hours. And I wouldn’t even be around her for all of them. When I’d only justgotten her… it felt too good to be true, and I guess itwastoo good to be true.
I had a thing for girls that were too good to be true, I guess.
I didn’t know what it was that compelled me to roll over in bed and pick up my phone from the nightstand, and I rubbed my bleary eyes and swiped it open. A message from Brooklyn from last night, sharing a silly anecdote of her and Ryan’s day yesterday. A couple of updates from social media. I ignored it all to go to the place that had been haunting me for months now: Instagram. And not just in the way that the app full of pretty people posting pictures of their perfect lives was designed to haunt any human being with a pulse, but rather, I went straight through to Isabel’s page. Ellie’s girlfriend, who had just posted a picture last night—Ellie and Isabel together in a nightclub, smushing their cheeks together and holding their drinks up to the camera.night out with this hot babe.
That hot babe who grunted weirdly when she was about to come. She didn’t look that special. Neither did Isabel. They were both fine, I guess. Compared to Stella, I wouldn’t have noticed them in a crowd if they were waving light-up signs with my name on them.
I hit the button to send a message request, just like I had a million times since March, and I steeled myself, starting to type a response, before I faltered, only making it as far asHello. I wavered on it, thinking it was too formal, like I was writing a complaint to the electric company, and I deleted it and went withHey,which was too cheerful, so I deleted it and went withHi,which was too casual, and I jolted when I felt an arm wrap around my waist. Stella pressed up against me from behind, speaking sleepily.
“It’s six in the morning and you’re texting other girls…”
