Chapter 23
Julia
Ijumped out of my chair and pulled Chris into the house.
I practically jumped on her before we even closed the door, my lips against hers, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass.
It felt good being close to her again. Our time apart felt like a lifetime, but the minute we touched, everything felt right in the world again.
“Look, I’m sorry I teased you for talking about your feelings in the beginning,” I said, pulling away enough to see her face. “That wasn’t very nice of me.”
Chris smirked. “It’s fine. I know I caught you by surprise that night.”
“You did. I thought you just wanted a fake relationship, so I was being careful to keep you in that friends with benefits box in my mind. You wanting to change the rules was unexpected,” I said.
“But it wasn’t unwelcome. I do recognize that it may have discouraged you from bringing up feelings again. ”
“Well, if this is the biggest challenge we face in this relationship, I think we’ll do okay.”
“True.”
I kissed her again, my hand snaking up underneath her shirt to cup one of her small breasts. I gave her a firm squeeze, just the way she liked it, and Chris moaned against my mouth. I squeezed her again while my tongue dominated her mouth.
This time it was Chris who pulled away. “As much as I want to fuck you right here in this hallway, I wouldn’t put it past our mothers to come over and look in the windows to see if we’re getting back together.”
“It would serve them right to catch a glimpse of our naked asses,” I joked, pulling her towards the bedroom. “But let’s save that fun for another day.”
“Well, your mom’s already seen my boobs,” I laughed.
We fell on the bed together, rolling around, mouths fused together while our hands were everywhere, re-learning each other’s bodies as if we’d been separated for years instead of a few days.
I moved downward, intending to spend some quality time licking Chris’s pussy, but she stopped me.
“I’m the one groveling. I should make you come.”
I stopped with my head on her ribcage, just below her breasts, and looked up at her face. “I don’t know, I didn’t see a whole lot of groveling out there. If any.”
“Oh I was groveling,” she said with mock seriousness. “You just weren’t catching on.”
She bent her knees and flipped us over, then scooted her way between my legs. My pants were gone, although I had no recollection of either of us taking them off, and Chris made quick work of removing my panties.
“Let me grovel right here,” she said, lowering her head between my legs and licking me from bottom to top.
My hips popped off the bed, and she clamped her hands on either side of me, pressing me down into the mattress. Chris flattened her tongue and began licking into my folds with a steady rhythm that immediately had me aching and wet.
“Please,” I sighed. “It’s been too long.”
“It’s been like eight days,” she reminded me.
I grabbed her hair and gave it a firm tug. “Eight days too long. Now make me come before I get out my vibrator and do it myself.”
“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “You’d better hold on.”
She licked her way into my opening, spearing me with her tongue several times before moving up to my clit to give it a few taps.
Then she pressed down hard, circling the tiny bundle of nerves while sliding two fingers into my opening.
She spread her fingers, stretching me, then began pumping them in and out at a fast pace.
I’d been close before we even started so I wasn’t surprised when I felt the tingling in my spine that told me an orgasm was imminent.
Chris must have sensed it too, because she reached up to grab one of my nipples, giving it a firm tug, and that was the final thing I needed to send me right over the edge.
“Chris!” I gasped her name as my body shuddered through the waves of ecstasy. “Chris!”
She continued teasing me with her tongue and fingers until I was finally sated, sagging against the mattress with a deep sigh. “Fuck. That was good. I have a suggestion.”
“What’s that?”
“We should spend the rest of the weekend right here in this bed fucking each other.”
“Won’t we need food?” she asked. “To keep our energy up?”
“Sure, that’s what Uber Eats is for.”
“But we’re not going to have them deliver to bed, which means that we’ll have to get up out of bed, at least briefly.”
“You’re a nut,” I laughed.
“A nut you love.”
“Of course.”
Chris slid up the bed and settled next to me, so I rolled over and put one leg over hers. I realized that she was still wearing her bra although she was otherwise naked, and it made me laugh.
“What?”
“Are you planning to stay in this bra?” I asked.
“Oh, I didn’t notice.”
I shook my head. “You people with the tiny tatas, you’re different from the rest of us.”
“Tiny tatas?” she asked incredulously. “Where did you get that?”
“I don’t know,” I said, reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. “But I like it.”
I pulled off the cotton bralette and tossed it on the floor.
“And I like these,” I continued, lowering my head to suck in a mouthful. Her nipple immediately pebbled against my tongue.
Just then I heard my phone buzzing from somewhere in the room. I recognized my mother’s ring tone.
“That’s my mom.”
I lazily licked her nipple a few times, then I heard what sounded like the song they played when Darth Vader appeared.
“You gave your mom a Darth Vader ringtone?” I laughed.
“How did you know it was her?” she asked.
“Who else would it be?”
I rolled out of bed, returning with both of our phones. We looked at the screens, then traded phones. There were similar messages from our moms, asking what happened and being very clear that we needed to make up or they’d get involved to fix things.
“How about we put these on silent?” Chris suggested.
“Do you really want my mom to show up here again?” I asked.
“Ugh. Yeah. Good point,” she said. “Let’s tell them we’re fine but we need privacy.”
“Why not just tell them we’re having sex? It’ll be the same message.”
“Whatever we need to say to get them off our backs for the rest of the day is fine with me,” she said.
“All right, let’s do it.”
After we sent our texts, we silenced our phones, then cuddled close. I loved the feeling of having Chris in my arms again. We fit perfectly against each other, and I couldn’t help but imagine us being here like this for the rest of our lives.
“You know, maybe a dog wouldn’t be bad,” I said, stroking Chris’s bare shoulder with my hand. “It’ll make us get some exercise and I can take it to the shelter with me sometime. Like we could train him to be a service dog or something. The clients would love to have a dog around.”
“That sounds good.” Her voice sounded sleepy now. “Being dog parents will be good practice in case we decide to have kids someday.”
“You’ll have to move in to help though,” I said. “I can’t raise a dog on my own.”
Chris lifted her head, wide awake now. “Seriously? Do you think we’re ready for that?”
“I do. We can redecorate.”
“What about your grandma’s stuff?”
“It’s time to update things,” I said. “She’d want that. And now we can make the space our own.”
“Well, I think there’s two more months on my lease, how about we use that as my tentative move-in date?”
“You don’t mind living here?” I asked.
I hated the idea of leaving Grandma’s house, especially when it had been so important to her for me to have it.
“I love this house,” she said. “Especially the chalkboard wall. Our kids will love that.”
“They will, huh?”
“Yeah, they will.”
I felt a warmth in my chest at her certainty that we’d stay together for the long haul and have kids. Like a lot of things with Chris, it was something I didn’t know I was interested in until now. But now I was picturing us filling this house with kids and pets and lots of love.
The only bad thing was that our mothers were right all along.