25. Another World
Another World
MARY
“Iam sorry I’ve been so consumed,” I said. “I wanted to say more, but with the cameras—”
“I hung back. It’s fine. I was worried I’d steal your moment.”
“Oh, that’s silly.”
“No, it’s not. You’re on fire. I didn’t want to take away from that here. I was content to watch you. And to stare at you in whatever this top is—if we even can call it that.”
I flushed bright red. “It’s Alicia’s, not mine. But we figured if I was butching up my hair in an act of protest, I had to do something.”
“Honestly, it’s great, but I am so distracted by your tits, I’m having a hard time,” Betty giggled.
“You should talk. What the hell are you wearing? And how is it staying on?”
“It’s Lou’s,” I said. “I brought something pink and was denied because that was Leah’s color for the evening and Lou insisted we needed to contrast, not match. I think it’s a lot. What, does it turn you off?”
“I think it is hot as fuck.”
Our eyes locked and we both thought the same thing. All I wanted to do was strip her naked, throw her in bed, and get her off.
Betty cleared her throat nervously. “So, can I be your devoted groupie for the rest of the evening or is that too much?”
“You are the most conspicuous groupie,” I joked. “No, I’d much rather sneak away so I could properly kiss you.”
“Do it,” Betty said. “Do it here.”
I furrowed my brow. “But—”
“We’re among friends now. The malingerers have gone. Everyone else knows.”
“Your brother and—”
“They know. They love me. It’s okay,” Betty said. “I told them—and Leah and Lou who somehow already knew.”
“That’s good. You’re really sure?”
“Yeah,” Betty bit her lip. “I want you to.”
My heart soared unexpectedly. She did the thing I worried she’d never do.
She hung back out of respect, not to hide.
I sensed not being the center of attention was rare for Betty.
It was adorable, not concerning. So, without further ado, I kissed her in the middle of a jolly group of post-performance revelry.
To my surprise, it felt natural as anything.
She pulled away, brushing my hair. “I am glad you did your hair, honestly. It’s super sexy, but also I think it’s good that you can just be yourself.”
“AJ wasn’t pleased.” I put my hands on her hips. “But I figured you and Alicia were right. I am allowed to be me.”
“You are an artist, right? If you’re not being authentic, what is the point? People will know.”
I tucked one wavy strand behind her ear. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true. And it’s the reason I hate hiding this.”
“Mmm, I know,” she groaned. “Not for much longer. And here we are.”
I kissed her again, soaking up the feeling of just being.
I held her face. “You realize how much this means, right?”
“I do,” Betty agreed. “To both of us. I won’t promise that I get all of it or that I know what I’m doing but… I’d like to try.”
“In this dress,” I joked, “you bloody well know what you’re doing.”
“Can we slip out?” Betty asked. “I mean, I want to stay and be good, but… also…”
I looked around. “No one will care, will they?”
She shook her head. “Come on.”
Betty led me into the foyer, then upstairs, by the hand. I took in the absolute scale of Leah and Lou’s place. I knew they were royalty, but had no idea just how unreal their house would be.
Betty noted my expression as we landed in the guest room and shut the door. “You’re gawking, Mary!”
“Look, I have never been in a house quite this beautiful. I’m not you. I’ve worked with a lot of celebrities, but this location and this whole place… it’s other-worldly.”
“You should see their closets! If it makes you feel better, I have seen the inside of every palace in Europe and this place is still wild to me.”
“I knew you’d say that,” I sighed.
“Well, I am a princess. What the hell did you expect?”
“I thought you were just Betty?” I joked.
She undid her dress, “For you, I am right now.”
For you. She implied it was only for me, or at least I now had insight into another world no one saw.
“I’m special then?” I tossed my top aside and kicked off the ankle-length tuxedo pants that represented a last-ditch effort to remain at least a bit myself.
“Yes, of course.” Betty tossed her dress. “And why wouldn’t you be?”
She approached, eyes hungry.
“I dunno. I’m still getting used to the whole having a princess as a girlfriend thing,” I joked.
“Am I now?” Betty asked.
“I think you very well know I like you, ?lskling.”
“Keep calling me pet names and I’ll agree to it,” Betty said, biting my lip and running my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
I threw my head back. “I can call you a dozen names if you’d like, but I’m not going to transition to dirty talk in Swedish.”
“Oh, but you let me attempt it.”
“You make it cute. I would make it… not,” I shuddered.
As she ran her hand to the seam of my underwear, Betty kissed me longingly. I moved to do the same, but she stopped me.
“No. Let me take care of you,” Betty said. “Why don’t you let me?”
“Because I truly enjoy getting you off,” I said.
“Well, did it ever occur to me that I wanted to maybe lavish my hot rockstar girlfriend with a little attention? Or that I’ve been missing her like crazy?”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to. Let me eat you out. I want to.”
Betty’s desire to spoil me felt new, but uncomfortable. The last bit registered on my face and it spooked her.
She pulled back, upset. “Or do you now think I’m incapable of it? Like, are you worried I’m going to be bad? Because I can try and—”
“?lskling,” I said. “I don’t mean it like that. Shit… I… I just… I have a hangup.”
She furrowed her brow. “What?”
“Please don’t judge me, okay?”
Betty softened and sat on the bed. “I am never going to judge you, Mar. That’s not it.”
“I can struggle to get off that way. I had a partner would get really upset about it. She… took it personal and made it worse.”
Betty snickered. “Shit! I’m not judging you. That’s just so relatable to me I have no words.”
Sitting by her, confusion spread.
“There is not a woman in the world who has fucked men and can’t commiserate. Of course, most of the time that’s because they half-assed it and then got frustrated you weren’t willing to reciprocate.”
“I don’t care if you reciprocate, that’s the thing,” I said. “But… don’t go into it just assuming you’ll get me off or that there is anything wrong if you don’t. Like… I assume you think that’s the whole ballgame, but there’s so much more we could do and—”
She cut me off. “I have a massive drawer of sex toys. I am aware and supportive. You can tell me what works.”
I relaxed, feeling seen for once in ages. Maybe she was new to women, but she wasn’t balking at these conversations. She was right. No matter who you slept with, everyone had their own needs and desires.
“And if giving is not your vibe, just tell me,” Betty added.
“No. No! I love giving. I live for listening to you lose it, and it’s clear that does it for you. Giving—in general—is my favorite thing. Be bossy. Make me give you everything.”
She grinned. “Noted.”
“The thing is, though, the wind could blow and you’d come. I’m not like that.”
Betty smiled. “That’s fine. But if you ever feel left out, you need to tell me. The thing is, I’ve never done it. I might be shit at it—and you can tell me. But… I’d really like to. I won’t belabor it, though.”
I sensed she was genuine in her interest and had no desire to disappoint her. So, I lay back against the pillows, signaling I was game. Betty crawled over and tugged at my plain knickers playfully. I raised my hips and let her pull them off.
“Sorry, they aren’t super cute like yours,” I said.
“I literally do not care. You get the best panties all the time. I try. But I can assure you there are period panties buried in my drawers that you could never describe as cute.”
I laughed. “That is everyone, I think. But your ass in anything is cute.”
Betty leaned over, pressing herself against me.
She kissed my mouth, my neck, then sucked on each of my nipples in a way that brought out a long, deep moan.
Betty worked slowly down my torso and parted my body.
She kissed right above my center and looked up at me briefly before licking my clit ever-so-softly.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “Oh, yes, please.”
“More?” She asked.
“Yeah. It feels really good.”
It might not get me off, but the way she lapped me up made me tingle. Her eagerness was beyond appreciated.
“Is that okay?” Betty checked in as she alternated between her mouth and fingers.
I nodded, barely able to talk. “Uh-huh.”
“So, I’m not too much of a disappointment?”
“No, baby, you are so good., but I want to see you,” I gasped. “Please.”
Betty kissed back up my body. My taste met my lips as she leaned back in. I ground against her, desperate for release. Betty pulled back reading my expression. She moved to straddle my leg, torturously rolling herself over me. The way I made her wet further excited me.
“Yeah?” Betty ran her fingers to my clit.
“I want to watch you come,” I said as she continued to roll her hips into my body.
With every thrust of her hips, she grew wetter and wetter. Determination spread as she rubbed her wet center against me, moaning.
Voice raspy, Betty moaned, “Oh God, that… fuck that’s good.”
“Come for me,” I pled.
“I… I want to. Fuck, you make me so horny, baby! I can’t…”
She was at a loss for words, thrusting harder and faster against me, her fingers also diving into my pussy in a way that was about to bring me over the edge.
“Oh, God! Yes!” Betty’s eyes rolled back in her head and she stopped, hips rocking against me as her legs twitched.
“You look so… so beautiful… when you come,” I gasped.
Back on earth, nostrils still flaring, she continued.
“More,” I whined. “More, please.”
Now, all four fingers were inside me, tickling my G-spot as her palm slapped loudly against my wet clit.
“Oh, God, yes!” I moaned. “Just like that, baby.”
I was so close, unable to stop, and Betty took all she could, driving me over the edge unrelentingly. I felt my climax roll over me like a wave smashing into the coast.
While my toes curled, I gripped her ass and shrieked, “Oh God, Betty!”
And with that, I lay there, out of breath, totally satisfied, and physically overwhelmed.
It was the best whole-body orgasm I’d ever had—and one I’d now want again.
She lay her head on my chest. Maybe I made her feel safe with me, but it was her quiet, sweet presence that brought me a sense of security.
She’d be here when I woke. I trusted it.