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Sophie didn’t say anything when Bryce used her thigh to spread her legs apart. She didn’t stop her when Bryce knelt down in front of her and spread her legs even farther. She moaned when Bryce took her, gasped when Bryce slipped inside, and she moved her hips when Bryce sucked. She said Bryce’s name when she came. Only when Sophie came all the way down did Bryce stand up slowly and wipe her mouth.

Sophie opened her eyes then, smiled at her, and said, “God, you are good at that.”

“Was I good at the other thing we did earlier?”

“You know you were because I screamed so loud that I think I might get a noise complaint from my neighbor tomorrow.” Sophie wrapped her arms around Bryce’s neck and turned them so that Bryce was under the spray.

“So, you’d be interested in doing that again?”

“Very much so,” Sophie told her, dragging her hands down the front of Bryce’s body. “Probably tonight; making good use of our time together and all that.”

Bryce laughed a little and ran her hands through her now-wet hair.

“I can’t believe you bought that harness.”

“I didn’t own one before,” Sophie said. “And I wasn’t sure if things would go that way or not, but I figured I might as well be prepared.”

“I’m glad you were,” she replied. “Oh,” she let out when Sophie’s hand slid between her legs and began stroking her clit softly.

“You turned me back on, so now it’s your turn,” Sophie said.

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A few hours later, they were walking to a restaurant where they’d planned to meet with Jill, Melinda, and Kyle, so that Bryce could more properly meet Jill and meet Kyle and Melinda for the first time. In a way, it felt like they were doing everything all at once, but Bryce understood why. Had she lived here, they could’ve taken some of these steps more slowly, but because she would be leaving soon, they both wanted to take some of them now. Her girlfriend wanted her to meet her friends, but Bryce wanted to meet them as well. She had this protectiveness over Sophie, so knowing she had people who cared about her, who would be here whenever Bryce couldn’t be, was important to her.

“When you come to visit me, I’ll set something up so you can meet Kelsey and Megan.”

“Yeah? That would be nice,” Sophie said. “Not Sean? The call didn’t go well?”

“I guess it went about as well as it could’ve gone,” she replied. “She said thatshewould textmeand that she knows it’sover with us and wants to still be friends. I think she just needs time now that I have someone. It was probably much easier when I was single and not talking to her about you.”

“Did she read the blog you just posted?”

“No. She thanked me for warning her.”

“I feel bad. Should I feel bad? I feel like I should. She’s important to you, and she’s hurting because of us.”

“Soph, you did nothing to cause Sean’s pain,” she said, squeezing Sophie’s hand. “And I really didn’t, either; at least, not on purpose. I think this is something she has to just let happen in order to move on.”

“And she can, right? She can move on? Because you live much closer to her than you do to me, and–”

Bryce stopped walking then, pulled Sophie back into her, and wrapped her arms around her lower back.

“You have nothing to worry about,” she stated. “You have to know that.”

“I do. But she’s your ex, and you two are friends, and with lesbians, sometimes–”

“Soph, Sean was my very first girlfriend. And not that that means all first relationships end, but I didn’t know what I was looking for, really. We’re not compatible in a relationship. It didn’t take me that long to figure it out, but it did take me far too long to end things, and that means Sean thought things were okay when they weren’t. I have to own that part of hurting her, but I don’t want to be with her.”

Sophie nodded and said, “Sorry. I’m just worried about what happens when you leave.”

“Nothing happens. We’re still together. We’re still us.”

“I know. It’s just hard to think about you being so close to someone you used to sleep with, and I’m all the way down here, wishing I was sleeping with you.”

“Sean and I aren’t compatible,” Bryce reiterated. “You caught that part, right?”

“Yes. You’re better off as friends.”

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