Page 38 of Temptation at Randy's

Too privileged, some might argue. It had taken a lot of deconstructing myself to get to where I was today. It hadn’t started when I left, of course. There was a reason I always was considered the black sheep of the family, way before I’d come out as anything.

“Is your grandma still alive?”

“Yeah.” Arlene shifted on the couch so she was looking right at me. “Just turned eighty a couple months ago. My parents keep offering for her to move to a townhouse right next to theirs that’s up for sale, but she’s stubborn.”

“That’s nice.”

I ignored the twinge of disappointment and bitterness. I’d love to share stories about my family, too. They’d taken that away from me.

Arlene leaned into my hand. I swear she’d be purring if she was a cat. I liked running my fingers through her hair.

“Yeah.”

I was glad she didn’t ask me about my family. Then again, she followed me. It was another reason why I liked hanging out with people who knew of me. They’d watched all the vlogs where I talked about them, so they knew not to go there.

She was probably remembering those right now. It would usually make me squirm in discomfort, but… As anxious as she could be, something about her presence was soothing for me.

“Are we still going to that kink club on Wednesday?” she asked.

“Sure. If you still want to?”

Today was not the day to assume what she was or wasn’t thinking. I’d rather play it safe—and hope she didn’t misinterpret it as something else.

“Yeah.” Arlene bobbed her head up and down. “I really do. And you wanna keep hanging out, right?”

I did, but this was getting ridiculous. There was no way we didn’t look like two fumbling teenagers.

Back to getting things moving. “I wanna keep kissing you, too.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Arlene breathed.

I tracked the way her throat bobbed up and down. One hand over her chest showed her heart was picking up speed.

“Good.”

I forgot all about the baking contest, then. Some of the voices were slightly irritating, but they were soon little more than background noise. Nothing existed but the heat in her mouth as she opened up to me and the way she breathed, almost shallow. The way she leaned back against the couch, too. Her hips lifted up slightly, a moan trapped between her lips before I caught it.

“I want to keep doing more of this with you,” I said.

One part of me just wanted to tease and see how far I could drown her in pleasure. I owed her more honest talk, though, and I wasn’t sure she felt confident enough to ask for it, yet. It would be an issue if it didn’t get better down the line, but…

Huh.

Now I was the one going ten steps ahead.

“Me too,” Arlene whispered against my mouth.

Words eluded me more than they usually did. It was a good thing that I had the excuse of kissing her now. Her lips were soft and pliant, and she smelled of those pancakes she hadn’t eaten many of.

It was still addicting.

“I don’t know how to describe what I’m doing, or feeling, or… any of that,” I admitted after moving so I was straddling her hips. There were no thoughts about exposing my body. It just felt comfortable. “Which, shit, it makes me sound like an asshole, but?—”

“I get it,” Arlene cut me off. “It’s fine.”

Huh.

I was the one interrupting her all the time.

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