Chapter 25 Playing Hooky
PLAYING HOOKY
LOURDES
“Icannot have you both calling out sick at this point in rehearsals,” the director groaned as I rang to ask my understudy to cover.
“Why not? It’s built into my contract. Don’t like it? Talk to the union,” I said, annoyed. “I never take a day.”
“Leah is out.”
“Okay, not my problem. Cheers!” I hung up.
I angered him, but had every right to call out. Also, I had a searing headache and could barely move. Last night, the ensemble took me out with them. I was not about to spend the afternoon and evening dancing, singing, and fighting the urge to vomit. However, I did wonder why Leah was sick.
I texted.
ME
Leah Roughy, are you sick?
LEAH
No. My nephew was born and I spent 3 hours on the phone with Lottie last night as he came out.
ME
That sounds dreadful.
LEAH
It was MAGICAL
Leah was broody as hell—and I had no desire to be involved.
Meanwhile, Leah was facetiming her sister for what?
To watch a baby exit Charlotte’s vagina?
I couldn’t imagine! This was why things would never have worked with Gabe.
I sensed he’d want to have live-streamed the event on social media to build his client base as not only the best in the biz but also the Best Dad Ever.
Me
Wanna play hooky?
Leah
If you mean to stay in bed, watch television, and help me dye my hair, then yes
Me
Okay.
I left my tiny flat unlocked for her. She knew the door code already. Compared to the palace where Leah lived, I was in the cheap seats. Gabe tried to destroy me financially in the divorce. Never marry your manager—even if they are famous and wealthy.
Leah arrived in short shorts and what amounted to little more than a bra. How she got away with this, I’d never know. On the other hand, I wasn’t about to tell her to cover up. She looked fabulous. I wish I still looked that good. She cocked her head, then shook it disapprovingly.
“You’re really in bed?”
“As promised, darling,” I answered. “Don’t make fun of my hangover.”
“Can you help me dye my hair at least?”
“Ah, here she goes. It’s the I dumped a man shuffle. New hair, throwing yourself at new men, and what? A new house or something?”
Leah glared. “I am not house hunting. Also, I’m not throwing myself at anyone.”
She climbed into bed, pleading. “Pleeeeeease.”
“Uh-huh. You’ve been weird for a week, and you never spill.”
She grinned. “It really is nothing. I was out with Mac listening to his dating debrief.”
“The cute nerdy ginger?”
She rolled too close for comfort. “Yeah, the one who you’ve met. My childhood friend. There is nothing going on. What is your problem? Are you projecting?”
“He’s here?”
“He’s here on sabbatical. He’s divorced. Did I not tell you that?” Leah asked. “Wait are you jelly, Lou?”
“I am not jelly.” God, I despise that word! “We… whatever we are or aren’t is not the energy either of us needs right now.”
“Yeah, I swear I should be celibate for a couple of months.” Leah lay back on the bed.
I giggled, “That is so cute, Leah.”
“What?”
“You will not make it a month now.”
“I will, too!”
“Wishful thinking, perhaps. Leah, there are millions of people in this city who would fuck you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Name one besides Clive.”
I hesitated and she read my mind.
“Lourdes, it’s a bad idea.” Leah waved her arms as if landing a plane. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that—”
“We’re too good of friends?” I used her excuse against her.
“Lou, you said—”
“I’m not fucking proposing. I’m on a break from relationships,” I sighed. “But what is a little fun between the sheets? It’s not like we have never just fucked to fuck, right?”
She bit her lip again and turned to meet my gaze. I shouldn’t have said it. I shouldn’t have wanted it. I should have known better. But the truth was every old feeling bubbled within me and I couldn’t deny the attraction.
“Don’t do that. You know it’s so hard to resist you when you do that,” I said.
I shouldn’t have gone for it. I knew this was just comfort and a good time. I didn’t want to rekindle things. I’d never really have her that way. Leah was like a firefly I never managed to catch. No matter how I tried, she always flew away.
“Lou, if we do this, just know—”
“I’m a big girl. Besides, right now, commitment to anyone sounds nauseating. Do you want me to eat you out or no?”
Leah’s eyes grew wide. “Yes, please!”
“I thought you were celibate?” I teased, tracing her collarbone with my index finger.
The urge to kiss her neck overtook me.
“Let’s say I’m off men for now.”
“Okay, well, you’re going down on me first. Get naked and do as I ask.”
Leah bit her lip, then ran her hand down my torso and into my underwear.
I tried not to show her how satisfying that felt.
She kissed me, slowly enveloping me in her arms. The warmth and comfort of it brought me relief.
I needed this moment to shake myself free of doldrums and believe I was worthy of a good climax.
The smell of Dior knocked me down a rabbit hole.
Nostalgia ran high as I remembered how comfortable I felt with this woman.
I gave her arse a strong swat, ordering, “I said, get naked.”
Leah complied, sitting up and tossing her skimpy outfit aside. The look on my face said it all.
“Oh, you have wanted this?”
“Hush! You jumped at the chance.” I pushed her south.
Leah gleefully kissed down my torso and stomach until she parted my legs with her body. She looked up at me with her big doe eyes and tossed my knickers aside.
“Good girl,” I said.
Leah’s praise kink slayed me in a good way. Until I pushed her into my pussy, I hadn’t noticed the ways I’d lost my kinky side and given up the high of a power play. I said, “Get to work.”
Leah always followed directions so well. Watching her ponytail move as she slowly licked my clit made me almost gleeful. The visual alone was worth it. I played with her hair and lost myself.
“Good girl. Very good girl,” I said.
Leah slowly slipped two fingers inside, sucking my clit and focusing on my happy moans. Leah was nothing if not eager. If you gave her directions, she’d do what you said with maximum effort.
As Leah found my G-Spot, I threw my head back and pulled her hair harder which elicited a satisfied whimper.
“Oh, you like that?” I panted.
“Uh-huh,” she moaned.
“You’re… so deviant.”
“Uh-huh.”
I marveled at just how efficient Leah was. It had been years and a million milestones since I’d had her tongue on my clit and her fingers inside me, tickling my swollen G-spot. It brought me back. I felt safe and loved which made me want my release more.
“And… oh God, right there!” She brought me so close. “Right there! Fuck! Fuck!”
I screamed as Leah’s fingers picked up speed, leading to the inevitable earthshaking climax. My eyes rolled back, and I gave over to her. It was the best orgasm I had in probably half a decade. As I gazed down, I knew she could read that much.
“I was very good.” Leah kissed up my body, grinding her wet center against me.
“And do you want a prize?” I asked, still catching my breath.
“Watching you like this is enough,” Leah said, sweetly. “You fucking love what I just did.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, darling.” I tried to play it cool.
“Please,” Leah moaned, shivering as she ground against me. “Oh, God, I want it so bad.”
“You are desperate, aren’t you?” I worried if I left her like this, she’d just get herself off on my thigh.
I hadn’t seen Leah so mercilessly horny in forever.
I cupped her face. “Leah, have you been neglected?”
“Uh-huh,” Leah answered, pouting and rolling onto her side.
Her eyes never left me.
“You deserve much better.” I kissed her slowly.
Leah played with my nipples through my t-shirt. It felt like too much so soon after an orgasm, but I loved watching her fawn over me. She pulled my t-shirt up then dipped down to suck lovingly on my nipples. She moaned hungrily.
I pulled her chin up. “Don’t you want to get off, baby?”
“I missed you,” Leah moaned, rolling on her side. “I’m just… taking you in.”
I pushed her back against the bed, now on my side. I was about to go down on her.
She thrust my hand down and pleaded, “Just finger me. I cannot wait. I promise it won’t—”
I rolled my fingers over her dripping wet clit and sent her head flying back.
“Please,” Leah moaned. “Oh God, please, Lourdes.”
“You have been a very good girl. You deserve this.”
I slid my fingers inside her, bringing wetness back to her clit. Her legs quaked and she let out a long, low moan.
“Are you going to come already?” I kissed her nipple.
“Oh God yes. Just…”
It took almost no time. My tongue on her nipple seemed to trigger an inevitable roll into her climax.
She clamped her hand on mine, thrusting my fingers back inside.
Greedy as ever, she came on my fingers, desperate for relief.
I rolled onto my back, taking her in as her chest heaved and her face flushed.
Sex with her wasn’t just release, it was comfort. Even years after the last time we did this, I knew her better than anyone. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful. I’d never fucked anyone like her, either. And yet, I had to wonder if this was better than just fucking?
“You are so good at that,” Leah said. “Fuck. What was I even doing?”
“To be fair, I thought you were about to mount me,” I giggled. “I don’t think I have ever seen you so desperate.”
“I haven’t had sex in over a month. That’s a long time. Not even phone sex! Plus, my best vibrator is broken.”
“Buy another one, for fuck’s sake!” I laughed. “Jesus. Or I will. That was… determination.”
“I didn’t even know I wanted to get off. That’s the worst part.” Leah cracked for a minute, looking as if she might cry.
“Hey,” I rolled on my side. “Are you okay, Leah?”
She cried. “I dunno… I am sorry to like… cry after sex. That’s fucking stupid and awful.”
“Nah. If you need to say it, say it. Come on. You said I needed to help you dye your hair, so let’s get on with it.”