Chapter 13
Bridget
Nikki’s voice was cautious over the phone as she said, “How’s it going? Everything all right with the sexy roommate?”
Victoria, sitting in the bed next to me, snorted into her hand.
I made no apologies. She’d said she was interested in meeting my friends after all, and I wasn’t about to pretend I hadn’t been talking to those friends about how hot she was.
The snow was coming down hard outside the window this morning, but we had the heat turned up high and hot coffee on the bedside table with us, cozied up in blankets, with the heat of Victoria pressed up against me.
And the heat of her hand resting on my thigh.
Leading her into my bedroom this morning had been…
I mean, I knew it was sexually loaded. And I was even hornier than usual for her right now.
“Hey,” I said, holding the phone up on speaker, trying to focus on the conversation and not on Victoria’s fingers moving slowly over my thigh. “Yeah, going, uh… going pretty well…”
“Uh-huh… what aren’t you telling me?”
“Some… stuff came up yesterday,” I said, and I softened into Victoria as she pressed a soft, quiet kiss against my shoulder.
I was so aroused I was going to die. Normally I got off in the mornings, but I’d held off today because I was hoping maybe Victoria would want to go a little more today, but it was getting kind of hard to think about anything else, especially with her fingers moving like that…
“Long story short, she’s here right now. ”
“Here, listening to you talk about her?”
“Listening to you talk about her too,” I said. “You’re on speaker. Say hi, Victoria.”
“Er… hello.” She was so formal when she was nervous. It was cute. Nikki’s voice lit up.
“Oh, shit. Are you saying Gina was the one with the right idea about what was going on?”
“I can’t believe I’m gonna have to tell her she was right. She’ll never let me live it down. Every time she’s spouting nonsense, going on about no, you remember, I was right about Victoria, I’m right about this…”
Victoria stifled a laugh against my shoulder. “I’m glad I, er… get to… find out the details of Bridget’s life for real now. She’d always been… evasive.”
Nikki got right to the point. “So, you two fucked?”
Victoria melted in embarrassment, burying her face against me. I bit my lip. “It’s nothing serious,” I said. “Except that she’s seriously good. I think she had a good time, too.”
“Bridget,” Victoria mumbled.
“What? I told you this is how my friends and I talk. Do you want me to go off speaker?”
“No, I’m just embarrassed,” Victoria whisper-shouted, and I laughed along with Nikki, who spoke cheerfully.
“Well, not how I thought things were going to go, but I’m happy for you. Nice to meet you, sexy roommate.”
“Her name’s Victoria,” I laughed. “Sexy roommate is her title.”
“It’s… nice to meet you too,” Victoria said, her voice small, soft.
I’d checked to make sure she was into this, but I was still being wary if she wanted to back out, up until the moment she curled her fingers higher up my thigh, teasing the edge of my panties, and I felt like I’d explode.
So she was definitely into this. A little casual exhibitionism never hurt anyone.
“Bridget says she would not shut up to you on my account, so… I suppose I should apologize.”
“You weren’t kidding she talks formally,” Nikki said. “Lucky for you and the sophisticated office-girl kink.”
“Nikki! Don’t just out me like that!” I said, but the way Victoria’s fingers tightened against me said she wasn’t sad about it.
“So, you do like this,” she said, voice low in my ear. “You really were thinking about me, then.”
She slipped her fingers inside my underwear, and I let out a short gasp—my hips moved automatically, rocking against her, my mind a jumble of static in disbelief I actually had Victoria Jameson touching me. Like this, no less. “I mean, I wasn’t… subtle about it.”
Nikki paused. “Do you two need me to let you go fuck?”
“No, I can stay on the line,” I said, and Victoria really was into it, based on the way her grip tightened on my hip, her hand slipping more fully into my panties, teasing my clit.
“Well, I don’t mind,” Nikki said. “So, when do we get a double-feature video?”
“Victoria’s too proper,” I said, my voice shaky with the feeling of her fingers on me. “She’s got, you know… professional corporate life to attend to. Can’t go showing her face on these things.”
“But,” Victoria said, dipping her fingers so they slipped inside me, and I gasped, a moan escaping my lips, “I told her she can use the apartment for her shoots as much as she likes. Far be it from me to get in the way of… what was it you’ve been describing it as? Multimedia content creation?”
Nikki laughed. “Good to see the corporate world supporting the arts after all. I bet you could still sneak her in. Erotic audio of me getting eaten out by my hot roommate.”
“If you want to pitch… business ideas,” I gasped, as Victoria pushed deeper inside me, moving slowly before pulling out and thrusting harder back inside, “I-I’m all… ears. Fuck. Did that sentence make sense?”
“Sounds like you’re not half-bad, Victoria,” Nikki said. Victoria slipped more behind me, her thighs wrapped around me, and she moved a second hand to my front, kissing my neck.
“Bridget’s fun to… play with.”
“Oh, try stopping suddenly to listen to her beg.”
“Nikki,” I pleaded, and Victoria did as she said.
“Like this?” she said, stopping with her fingers just inside my entrance, and I gasped, strained, struggled moving my hips for her.
“Victoria—please—oh, god, baby, please don’t stop, please, I need you.”
“See?” Nikki said. “Pretty fun, right?”
“You’ve done this with her a lot, then, have you?” Victoria said, moving her fingers slightly, not enough. I tried to move my hips to take her inside me, but she gripped me firmly with her other hand, holding me in place.
“Victoria.”
Nikki laughed. “Oh, look at that,” she said, voice low. “She’s getting possessive. Yeah, I’ve made Peachy come a million times. If you want to stake your claim, better catch up.”
Victoria buried her face in the crook of my neck. “What do you have to say for yourself now, Peachy?” she said, her voice playful, mock-threatening, but I felt very actually threatened by the fact that she’d stopped fucking me when I needed her inside me.
“If you want me to say my body belongs to you, I’ll say it,” I said, my voice slurred on pleasure and desire.
“Maybe we should be recording you begging like that,” Victoria said lightly. “For now, though, keep up with your conversation. If you stop, I’m going to stop.”
“Fuck, how are you so hot?” I groaned, and I tried to pull myself together enough to focus on Nikki. “Okay. S-sorry… for…. interlude. What are you… you’re making anything too… right now?”
Nikki played along all too happily. “Maybe we should talk collab,” she said. “I’ve been writing a bunch of really good scripts. You’ve been on a roll narrating lately.”
Victoria pushed her fingers back inside me again, and I moaned, loudly, rocking my hips against her.
She kept her word—kept fucking me as long as I kept up the conversation with Nikki, and every time I stopped talking, she stopped moving, and I had to pull myself back long enough to focus and respond to what Nikki was saying instead of begging for Victoria to fuck me.
“So, are you getting on that book today?” Nikki said at one point when I felt the orgasm building up, fizzing through my body, and it was this hazy, blissful sensation realizing I was going to come mid-sentence.
“The book… yeah, I think… Victoria’s going to go to do work, and I’ll be here…
I’ll try to write some… some… fuck,” I gasped, as Victoria’s other hand on my clit pushed me over the edge, melting against the sensation of her touch, arching my back into her as an orgasm swelled through me—not as one crashing wave of pleasure like it was sometimes, but a slow build of throbbing heat that welled up from Victoria’s fingers buried in my pussy and swelled outward until Nikki and the rest of the world was gone, just Victoria driving me up to a blissful climax, and I collapsed back against her as it settled down.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Oh, shit. Book. Yeah, I’ll be writing today. While Victoria’s out. Holy shit.”
“Sounds good,” Nikki laughed. “I bet you’ll be awfully motivated.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Talk to Victoria for a bit,” I said, as I set the phone down on the bed and turned to face Victoria, who transitioned quickly from that satisfied smile to one of surprise when I kissed her collar and slipped a hand between her legs. “Ask her about her job search.”
“Oh, Bridget—” she started, eyes wide. Nikki, who was a huge pervert and into this kind of thing, cheerfully went along with that too.
“Yeah, any leads on the job search so far? What kinds of things are you looking for at the moment?”
“Oh—well—er,” she started, all her confidence thrown, and she let out a startled gasp as I dropped down on the bed and pressed my face up against the front of her pajama pants, kissing at the heat and the wetness I could feel even through the fabric. “Oh, fuck, Bridget—”
“If you’re looking for a job fucking Bridget, I do think that exists,” Nikki said. “But I have the feeling you shouldn’t stop talking to me unless you want her to stop.”
“Oh, my god.” Victoria went with it when I pushed her onto her back, and when I pulled her pants and underwear off together, I was rewarded with the sticky mess inside that I was all too happy to lick up, savoring the taste and the way she twitched under me.
“C’mon, baby,” I said. “You’re a professional. You can keep a cool face.”
“Oh, god.” Victoria gripped her hands into the sheets, breathing hard. “The… job… I worked in digital sales management before, and I’m looking to—to transfer my skills over and try to get a seamless… transition…”