Chapter 13 #2
She did such a good job holding it together.
Her voice quivered and broke in places as I kept licking, sucking on her clit, and Nikki kept up the conversation happily like nothing was going on as Victoria’s voice got more strained and high-pitched, squirming underneath me, until I felt her thighs tightening on either side of me, and I pulled back just enough to speak.
“How’s she been doing, Nikki?” I said. “Do we think I should let her come?”
“Bridget—please,” Victoria said, her voice hazy and urgent all at once, bucking her hips up, seeking me. I hooked my hands around her thighs and held her against the bed, and she moaned, squirming under me.
“In a sec,” Nikki said. “She was telling me about the sales platform she helped build and how she wanted work that aligned with that. Let her finish.”
“Oh my god, I can’t—” Victoria gasped, and she gripped tightly on me when I licked her again, lightly, teasingly.
She pulled herself together as best she could, straining, voice quivering, as her tone veered off into something even more formal that felt dirtier than dirty talk when I was licking her pussy.
“We had a—team of six individuals that collectively… organized for a more streamlined end-user experience…”
“That sounds really interesting,” Nikki said. I doubted she cared that much.
Victoria was sweaty and struggling by the time she finished, and she’d barely pushed out the last word before she curled her back up off the bed, looking down at me, gripping onto me, pleading for release, and I was all too happy to give it to her—buried my face against her and lavished her with my tongue, my lips, and she broke, falling back into the bed and letting out a loud cry as she came, hips thrusting up against my mouth.
“Oh,” she gasped once the orgasm had subsided, slowly relaxing the claw grip she had on the sheets with one hand and on me with the other. “Oh, wow.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find something,” Nikki said. “Sounds like you’re enterprising and know exactly what you want.”
“Ah… yes. That.” Victoria rolled her head to look at the phone. “Nikki, I’m afraid I don’t remember what I was saying.”
Nikki laughed, and I did too, climbing up higher to pull Victoria into a long, slow kiss. I rode the high until about ten seconds after she’d left the room, heading to the bathroom and leaving me with Nikki, and I sighed.
“I am so fucked,” I said, taking the phone off speaker, flopping onto the bed and holding it up to my ear.
“In a good way, or a bad way?”
“Well, both. She said she’s explicitly not looking for serious right now, but I am going to catch feelings for her if we keep doing this.”
She hummed thoughtfully down the line. “Well, sex releases bonding chemicals and all that. Maybe if you keep fucking her like that, she’ll catch feelings for you too.”
“I mean, that’d be great and all, but it’s not just that she’s not looking to date because she’s not into anybody, but, like…
she’s got this whole thing where she likes being single, wants to stay that way.
” I sighed overdramatically, slumping. “This is going to be such a… the-one-who-got-away situation.”
“Hasn’t gotten away yet. Just have a good time. Let things follow naturally.” She paused. “At least take advantage of the motivation for your work.”
“I mean… no kidding.”
“I’ve got to bounce, but tell Victoria it was nice to meet her. She’s fun. Cute match for you.”
“Yeesh, don’t rub it in,” I mumbled. A minute later, after we’d hung up, the sight of Victoria coming back into the room still beautifully naked was one hell of a good way to spend the morning.
“That was so… dirty,” she laughed shyly once she’d sat back on the bed, reaching for her underwear. I pressed up against her back and caressed my hands over her, and she took the signal that there was no rush, dropping under underwear back on the floor.
“But it was fun, right?”
“It was… it was certainly an… experience,” she said.
“A bad one?”
“I did not say that, Bridget.” She relaxed back into my touch. She smelled so nice… even post-orgasm, the sex smell mingled with this soft, dark scent like orchid. I wondered if she thought I smelled nice. “It just doesn’t feel like it’s… like me…”
“If you enjoyed it, then you enjoyed it. No sense trying to curate the things you like to fit a theme.”
“It’s just… it’s a bit…”
I paused. “It’s a bit what?”
She shrugged. “Does it never feel wrong to you?”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Not for one second. This is beautiful. We’re just exploring the things that make us feel good. I wouldn’t put a moral judgment on it any more than I would on eating a bowl of ice cream and enjoying how it tastes good.”
“Ah, well, the thing about that is,” she said in an awkward voice.
“Oh, food guilt too, huh? I heard your grandma was real big on the moral shame.”
She softened further back into me, laying more weight on me, and I went with it, lying on my back and letting her lay on top of me.
I teased my hand over her thigh, just touching her, feeling her, as she spoke softly.
“I have to admit, it’s been… good for me, watching your attitude towards food.
Like it’s just something that you enjoy. ”
“I still try to eat okay,” I said. “I just focus more on eating more healthy foods instead of eating less unhealthy food. Sometimes you want a cinnamon roll.”
“I like that approach,” she said quietly, stroking her fingers over my leg, too. I went from zero to a hundred arousal as soon as I felt her fingertips on my thigh. “I’m wondering if it would be a… similar effect on my… my attitudes towards…”
“Towards fucking like bunnies.”
“Well, you are very good, unsurprisingly,” she said, voice awkwardly formal.
“I’m a little horny again, if I’m being honest…”
“I probably do need to get started on working… I’d hate to lose my schedule.”
“You don’t sound thrilled about it.”
She pushed out a short, exasperated sigh. “Would I rather be working or touching you again, of course I’d rather be touching you again. But that doesn’t pay the bills for me.”
I laughed. “Shame. It’s a good life. I could just take care of it real quick while you get cleaned up and then we can grab breakfast…?”
“I suppose…”
I hesitated before I ventured, “Or I could try making breakfast while I have a remote-controlled vibrator inside me and you could, you know, get in the way.”
She stirred against my body a little. “I guess you are a professional.”
Of course she couldn’t just say she wanted it. She was cute like that, though.
Nikki hadn’t been wrong—it was fantastic for my work inspiration.
After the best breakfast of my life, we got cleaned up, and Victoria went off to her room to get some work done, laughing awkwardly that maybe she’d be able to focus this time, and I took advantage of the newfound change in dynamics to sit in the living room with no pants on while I tapped away at my latest book on my laptop.
Newly inspired, I thought maybe it would be hot for the sexy lesbian minotaur to have some insecurities poke through, and our chaste heroine had to reckon with the fact that her judgment of the minotaur’s filthy, deviant ways clashed with her compassion, wanting to help heal these wounds of the heart… which of course led to more fucking.
I was as surprised as anyone to find, as the sun was getting low outside the windows at the end of a workday, the book was finished.
I sent it off to Gina and another friend who was a big monsterfucking fan and had been diligently reading every word of the series, and Gina was the one who gushed to me first about how I’d finished it so quickly.
In the spirit of having what we wanted, I texted Victoria to ask if pizza sounded good, and so Victoria got to meet Gina too, over a supreme pizza.
Gina loved her, obviously, even though Victoria didn’t get to talk much—Gina went a mile a minute gushing about how nice it was to finally meet the sexy roommate, and then gushing about my work, my new book, and then about her hot girlfriends, who were the reason the call ended—one of them got home, and she flounced away to go have dinner with her girlfriend and tell her girlfriend she loved her and get savagely fucked by her girlfriend.
“She’s a bit of a handful, but she’s one of my best friends,” I said once the call ended.
“You finished an entire book today?”
“It’s a short book. And I only finished writing the second half.” I paused. “I mean, I could share it if you want, but, uh, I don’t know if it’s your cup of tea.”
She laughed. “Maybe I’ll have a look at what you have online. But that’s still incredibly impressive.”
“I had a good source of inspiration,” I said cheerfully. “How did work go for you? Were you distracted at any point?”
She huffed slightly, looking away. “Yes. A little bit. At one point.”
“Aw. I could have helped.”
“You, er, did.”
“Oh! I’m so glad. What’d you go for?”
“Er… another one of your… narrations,” she mumbled, picking at the corner of the pizza box. “It was the one with a roleplay of a competitive… er…”
“Oh, hatefuck with your college rival turns into a romantic fuck?”
“That’s, er, I do think that’s more or less how you described it.”
I nodded sagely. “That’s one of my more popular ones.”
“But aside from a… brief interlude,” she said, “work was good. I suppose I felt… invigorated today. I had some good applications, finished the draft of the freelance project I have on, and I… well, I reached out to HR to file a report about my old boss.”
“Oh,” I said, turning to her. “Oh, that’s huge. Are you feeling okay?”
She looked down, and she nodded, barely there. “Yes. Feeling just fine, actually. I don’t know why, but it just felt… easy, after all the…”
I gave her a minute to finish before I said, “After you started reclaiming agency over sex instead of it being something that happens to you.”
She cocked her head. “I guess… when you put it like that.”
“Were they gross about it?”
“Quite professional, actually. Made no particular comments one way or the other, just said that they would protect my anonymity and start an investigation.”
“Sounds a little weaselly, but it’s good they weren’t trying to tell you off at the gate.”
“Mm.” She sighed. “I appreciate you… giving me a space to talk about things… to work things out. This hasn’t been easy, but you’ve been…” Her voice trailed off to something small as she said, “You’ve been the best thing in all of this. The best thing to happen in quite some time. So… thank you.”
Oh, fuck me, I was definitely going to start falling for her if she went and said things like that. “Of course,” I said softly. “I’m here for you. But I’m just here to support you, you know? Only one actually doing the things is you. So give yourself credit too.”
“Thanks,” she laughed sweetly, and her gaze flicked to my lips before she looked away, standing up. “I owe you for dinner, too.”
“You’ve bought me dinner like a million times.”
She leaned against the counter, giving me a look that made everything else irrelevant. “I said, I owe you for dinner,” she said, voice low. “Anything… you want from me to pay you back?”
Ohh. I got it.