13. Kelly
Kelly
“ Merci beaucoup. Thank you so much.”
The French dentist who’d just filled my cavity gave me a warm smile.
“I’m very happy to help,” he said in accented English. “I am seeing many athletes this week who do not have healthcare in the U.S.A. I do not understand how a country as rich as yours cannot take care of the health of its citizens.”
“Yeah, I don’t understand it either,” I said.
He handed me a fistful of toothbrushes, then a small bag filled to the brim with toothpaste and floss samples. “Here, you take with you.”
“ Merci encore, thanks again.”
I offered him a smile, although I was pretty sure the numb side of my mouth wasn’t moving yet. I’d been pleasantly surprised by how painless the procedure was, although the dentist warned me that I might be sore later and need to take some pain killers.
Not that I would. It was a point of pride for me to avoid anything that could be addictive. One thing I’d learned when I went through eating disorder treatment was how easy it was for someone with obsessive tendencies to go from monitoring calories and not eating to popping pills or binge drinking.
As I walked back to my room, I wondered if Betsy would be there. We hadn’t said more than two words to each other since that kiss two days ago. A kiss I couldn’t stop replaying I my mind. It had been unexpected. It had been unforgettable. And it had been unbelievably hot.
That didn’t mean we should do it again though.
I should have been pissed when she pulled me towards her that day and kissed the stuffing out of me. At first I’d been so startled that I’d frozen. But then the sensation of her kissing me had registered, and white hot fire licked through my veins. The next thing I knew, I was grabbing her ass and grinding my body against hers.
If I was being totally honest – and I prided myself on doing exactly that – I’d been attracted to Betsy long before she kissed me. As much as I’d tried to deny it, I’d found myself watching her, noticing how pretty she was, wishing that she didn’t dislike me so much. My attraction had grown the longer we roomed together.
I still wasn’t sure why she’d kissed me in the first place. After it was over, Kelly went right back to glaring at me like she couldn’t stand the sight of me. The worst part was that I’d let myself confide in her. I’d told her about my financial troubles and while she hadn’t mocked me about it or anything, she certainly hadn’t shared that much personal information about herself either.
I sighed deeply. I was bound and determined to enjoy Paris. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and I wasn’t going to let my roommate ruin it for me.
When I got back into the room Betsy was in her usual place, lounging on the bed with her pillow bunched up between her back and the concrete wall behind her, eyes glued to one of her devices. The window was open, letting in fresh air.
“Hey,” I greeted her.
“Hey.” She looked up and did a double take. “What happened to your face?”
“Huh?”
I dug out my phone from my drawer and turned on the camera. My face looked puffy, my left lip drooping. Thank goodness I wasn’t drooling.
“I just had a cavity filled,” I explained. “It was a pretty big one, so it’ll take a while for everything to settle.”
She looked sympathetic, but didn’t say anything else, so I flopped down on my own bed and started scrolling through social media. I had an eye doctor appointment in a few hours, and I was looking forward to not having to blow everything up on my phone to see.
“Should we talk about it?”
Her words were so soft I thought I’d imagined them at first.
“Talk about what?”
“The kiss.” Her voice sounded weird.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said firmly. “It was two days ago already, and in the heat of the moment, we did something we’d never do if we were in our right minds.”
“Wouldn’t we?” she countered.
I rolled over onto my side to look at her. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that there’s been an attraction simmering between us since we got here, maybe before, and maybe it was inevitable that sooner or later something like that would happen.”
“Look Betsy, I know you have a low opinion of me --.”
“I do not,” she interrupted.
“But let’s not make the kiss more than it was.”
For an instant I could have sworn that a flash of pain crossed her eyes, but it was gone so fast I thought maybe I’d imagined it.
“Why are you even bringing this up now?” I asked.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Her honesty inspired me to be honest with her as well.
“Me either,” I said softly.
“We should try it again sometime.” She held up her hand to stop me before I could respond. “Not today, you’re clearly in pain, but how about this? If we beat Brazil in the semifinals tomorrow, you’ll agree to give me another kiss.”
“What’s in it for me?” I couldn’t resist teasing her.
“If the kissing goes well, I’ll lick your pussy until you’re creaming on my tongue and gasping my name.”
I swore as I dropped my e-reader onto the concrete floor. Leaning down to pick it up, I couldn’t help but notice that Betsy’s words had made my body respond in a big way. My nipples were pressing against my bra, and my panties were damp. My God, if she could get this kind of reaction with just her words, what could she do if she was genuinely trying to turn me on?
“And if we lose?” I asked.
“Then you’ll lick mine.”