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“Exactly. She had a car drive her for, like, a minute because she didn’t want to walk,” Bridgette added. “I watched her get out of the car and go into the hotel. She couldn’t walk that?”

“She’s a New Yorker. She’s used to a walking city,” Jill said. “Maybe she didn’t know how far the office was from the hotel, or maybe she was just really tired or couldn’t walk long distances. You don’t know.”

“She might befromthere, but she went to Yale undergrad and Harvard Business School. Her resume reads like someone who has never taken the subway in her life. She’d be the one to get on the subway and have no idea that it even existed or something,” Bridgette replied.

“Maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t mean she’ll treat your family poorly. You said there are family connections there,” Kyle said before she ate a French fry.

“Distant.”

“You’re not related, are you?” Jill asked.

“What? No. My grandfather went to business school with her dad, I guess. He’s doing us a favor.”

Bridgette’s phone beeped on the table, so she glanced down at the screen and quickly picked it up. It was a text from Toya, asking what she was up to that night. Bridgette had forgotten all about her ex and their possible arrangement. That should probably tell her something.

“So, what do you think about Lacey leaving?” Jill asked Melinda, referring to a part-time employee at NOLA Guides, the tour company they both worked at as tour guides.

Bridgette looked around for the waiter and waved him over.

“What’s up?” Melinda asked her. “I thought we were going to share dessert.”

“Kyle can share dessert with you now. I’ve got to run.”

“Is everything okay?” Kyle asked.

When the waiter arrived at their table, Bridgette asked, “Can I get my check, please?”

“Sure.”

“Everything’s fine,” Bridgette added to Kyle then. “I’m just not feeling well all of a sudden, and I think I need to go home and crash.”

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“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Toya yelled over and over as Bridgette fucked her from behind.

“Come now,” Bridgette said because she was running out of patience.

She’d been at Toya’s for well over an hour now. When she first walked in, she had moved immediately to the bed, stripping as she walked and told Toya what she wanted. That was something she’d never done before. When they’d been together, their sex life had been more geared toward what Toya had wanted. Not that Bridgette hadn’t enjoyed herself – she had – but now, if they were just doing this, she wasn’t going to make it all about Toya or come over whenever the woman texted her. Bridgette would have to want it, too, and would expect Toya to give her what she wanted as well.

Toya had fucked her hard first before Bridgette had told her to go down on her. Watching Toya’s head bob between her legs had used to get her so turned on, but as she’d watched Toya bring her to another orgasm, she knew it would be a small one and not the explosive release she craved. Toya had rolled onto her back then, and Bridgette remained where she was, lying on her own back about a foot away.

“Are you going to fuck me now or what?” Toya had asked.

Bridgette had actually considered saying no and getting up to leave, but she’d thought that would be rude, so she’d rolled over and brought her to a fast orgasm before Toya had gone for the strap-on that she favored. She’d always loved it when Bridgette wore it for her, and Bridgette loved making a woman come with one, but she’d been ready to leave. She had gotten what she’d come for. Well, sort of. She’d needed agreatorgasm, and she’d gotten a couple of justgoodones, so she would have to make herself come again before she went to sleep to really sate her body.

Before Bridgette knew it, though, Toya had slipped the harness over her hips, rubbed some lube over the dildo, and slid on top of it, fucking herself more than Bridgette actually doing the work. Bridgette had held on to her hips but hadn’t moved her own or done anything else. When it had become obvious that Toya wasn’t going to come like that, Bridgette had instructed her to get on all fours so that she could take care of her quickly.

They’d been going atthisfor a while now, though, so Bridgette finally reached around to Toya’s center and tried to stroke her clit as best she could while still thrusting inside her. Toya rocked back against her harder. Then, she put her own hand over Bridgette’s, and Bridgette returned her hand to Toya’s hips. Toya rubbed herself while Bridgette fucked her until finally, and that was exactly how it felt, she came hard and fell down to the bed, the dildo slipping out as she went. Bridgette looked down at the woman she’d once been in love with and wondered what in the hell she was doing. Toya rolled over and stared up at her, looking sated and out of breath.

“Give me a minute,” she said as she ran her hands up and down Bridgette’s thighs. “And then, I’ll do whatever you want.” She chuckled. “That was so fucking good, baby.”

“Don’t do that,” Bridgette said.

“Oh, sorry.” Toya squinted. “It really bugs you?”

“I’m not your ‘baby’ anymore.” Bridgette moved to stand and stripped off the harness, letting it fall to the floor.

“It’s just a word, Bridge. It doesn’t mean anything.”

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