Page 38 of Don't Fall in Love (and how to break the rules)

“I’m not the only one who’s learnt a lot since the old days,” said Nisha, when she’d finally regained the ability to form full sentences.

“Well, hello again,” replied Chrissie. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“Ha,” said Nisha, rolling onto her side to face Chrissie. “Well, what can I say? You are exceptionally hot.”

“Thank you,” said Chrissie.

“And it’s been a very long time since I did anything like that,” added Nisha, earning a battering from a pillow from Chrissie.

“Charming,” said Chrissie with a laugh.

“But in all seriousness, I think it’s important we acknowledge that while I could collapse into a post-orgasmic reverie, it would be somewhat unfair to do so while you still have your knickers on.”

Chrissie looked down at the polka dot underwear that she hadn’t expected anyone to see. She smiled, and removed it. “Better?”

“Not quite,” said Nisha, placing her hand onto Chrissie’s shoulder before pushing her onto her back. “Did I tell you how beautiful you are?” she asked, her dark hair falling over browneyes that somehow glittered in the half-light of the hostel room. Chrissie wondered how they’d ever worked together without doing this. Before she could complete the thought, she felt Nisha’s strong hand caress her breast, and lost all rationality.

Chrissie grabbed Nisha’s bum and pulled her in closer, needing to feel Nisha’s weight on her. Nisha crushed Chrissie’s lips with her mouth, her tongue touching Chrissie’s.

Chrissie groaned and Nisha skated her fingers down Chrissie’s front, grazing her nipples and traveling down between her legs. Firm fingers began a circular motion that soon had Chrissie breathless and desperate for more.

“Please,” said Chrissie, unable to say anything more. Nisha nodded and moved her hand, pushing a finger inside Chrissie. “Yes,” sighed Chrissie. “More.”

Nisha continued, with a rhythm that Chrissie thought might send her into another dimension. Again and again Nisha moved, in such a way that Chrissie somehow felt her touch everywhere.

“I always wanted you,” said Chrissie, before climaxing as quietly as she could, given the intensity of the moment.

In some ways, she thought, it was simply sex between co-workers away from home.

But she knew it was so much more.

Chapter Thirty-Three

“So sorry about last night,” said Dan at breakfast. He looked slightly blearily at Nisha and Chrissie, who’d sat down opposite him, each studiously avoiding the other’s gaze. “In the end Francis wasn’t sick again, so it was all good. I didn’t need to disturb you at all.”

“Oh,” said Nisha, “no, it’s fine.” Chrissie focused on her croissant.

“Obviously you can have your room back tonight,” he continued.

“No!” said Chrissie, a little too quickly. “I mean, that’s really not necessary.”

“Er yes,” added Nisha. “And you’re a stinky boy and you’ve been a stinky boy in that bedroom now, so I don’t want to get into your bed.”

“Yes,” agreed Chrissie, warming to the theme. “And I definitely don’t want to get into Francis’ sick bed.”

“Good point,” said Dan. “Sorry again,” he said. “I know it’s probably a bit weird for the two of you, sharing a bed.”

“So weird,” replied Nisha. “Just going to get another coffee.” Chrissie glared at her back as she swiftly escaped the conversation.

“We made the best of it,” said Chrissie, only very briefly allowing her eyes to meet Dan’s. “Now, what’s the plan for today?”

“Ah yes,” replied Dan, as he picked apart a pain au chocolat. “Today is the Eiffel Tower. An absolute must-do, and I have the tickets all sorted already. God bless Philippa.”

“Sorry, did I hear my name?” said Philippa from the doorway, her red lipstick by far the brightest thing in the room.

“Come and join us,” said Chrissie, smiling at the woman who had become her class’s unexpected hero.

“We were just talking about today’s activities,” Dan told her.

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