Page 34 of One More Weekend

Don’t be a freak.Instead, I tried to picture anything else – some faceless, nameless sapphic who could fuck me into a new dimension.

But when I couldn’t conjure anything, I let my eyes open, the bright light forcing my gaze from my bedroom out to the sprawling living room and my comfortable, blue couch.

I thought about the times I’d fallen asleep there, the sun warming my face and Sy’s cooking filling my nose. I’d never felt safer than those moments.

Blinking, I imagined Sy nudging me awake just inches from my face. I could see her toned body suspended just above mine, her knee between my legs as she gripped the couch behind my head.

Is this okay?She’d ask, her eyes searching mine before she lowered her lips to mine. And when I nodded, she would let herself kiss me.

“God.” I moaned as the air left my lungs, completely absorbed in the thought.

Part of me feared this was wrong, that it was wrong to imagine the way she’d touch me, the way her hand would feel against my soaked slit as she used her leg to press inside.

But I also couldn’t shake the way she’d looked at me last night, the way she looked at me in that fucking picture.

No, I couldn’t be that off base. I never had been before.

So instead, I opened my eyes, letting them stare at the fabric and picture just how it would feel to let my nails dig into her shoulders and grasp for her to get closer to me.

I felt like I could hear her moans in my ears as mine grew louder.

Unable to hold out any longer after weeks of desire, my body gave in as my muscles tensed and my clit throbbed under the toy.

I gave a grand shudder as the tension released onto my hand. “Fuck!” A guttural cry ripped through my throat.

It wasn’t until I managed to turn the toy off and pull it away from my center that I realized just how much trouble I was in. I was going to have to leave the city and I was falling in love with my best friend and roommate just weeks before I was supposed to leave.

23

SY

Straighteningthe collar of the emerald green, knit button-up, I cleared my throat.

Just about two weeks after our near-kiss, I was still struggling to keep any space between Jenna and me. Of course I wanted her, all I wanted was to feel her lips on mine. Deep down, I knew I’d craved it from the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

But she was leaving, something she’d made abundantly more clear by the day. At this point, she was starting to make plans with moving companies and her parents.

As I checked my hair in the mirror and brushed off the black trousers, I couldn’t help but worry the almost kiss, or my rejection of it, had been part of her motivation to get the fuck out of here.

I took a deep breath.She’s not petty like that. This is about work.

Tapping my phone screen, I realized it was time to go. Normally, I struggled with punctuality but this was not a date I wanted us to be late for.

So I threw open my bedroom door and smiled. “Ready?”

As I stepped out, Jenna stood from the couch. Her velvet dress cascaded down her body as she rose, drawing my eyes down her outfit.

In loose curls, her light brown hair fell down her back and left her collarbone exposed in the A-line cut. My breathing grew rapid as I looked down from her chest to her breasts to her waist, hips, and finally her legs.

“Wow. Jen.”

Tucking a hair behind her ear, Jen shrugged. “You said fancy.” Her cheeks flushed from my compliment, sending my mind spiraling.

Clearly, she didn’t hate my attention. She was sober as cold winter air, eliminating that explanation from my list.

Then she saw my outfit. “Jesus. You look…”

“Are you sure? I worry it’s too casual.” I bite the inside of my cheek, hoping to hide my own flushing face.

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