Page 57 of Not My Fault

Gus’s jaw drops when they see me, and I smile. I’ve never grown tired of the attention they shower on me. I love how much they appreciate every part of me.

“Is this an anniversary I don’t know about?” They raise an eyebrow as I shut the door behind them.

“I thought we could just relax, listen to some music, maybe have dinner?” I suggest.

“Sounds good to me.” Gus stops to kiss me. Their kisses trail down my neck, their hands on my breasts, but I pull back knowing if this continues, I’ll lose my nerve.

“Hold on, I want the music.” I turn on the record player and the song starts to play.

“Ah, you know this is my favorite.” Gus smiles.

But as the lyrics start, they realize it’s not the Cardigans singing, it’s me. I wince, afraid to look at their reaction but when I do, I’m relieved. Gus is smiling, holding their chest with one hand and wiping away a tear with the other. The song continues playing and I walk over to them, and we start to dance slowly. When the song ends, I look up at Gus and I’m suddenly not afraid anymore. I’m not worried about their response at all; I just want them to know how I feel.

“I love you, Gus.”

“I love you too, Emily.” Gus smiles before kissing me.

The music stops— it’s such a short song—and Gus looks at me.

“It’s just the one song, so it stopped.”

“Can we listen again?” Gus asks.

“Of course.” I nod.

This time I sing along quietly, and Gus holds me close to them. We dance around the room as the song plays over and over. I usually hate hearing my voice play back to me, but it’s worth it to see Gus like this. We eat a few bites of dinner before Gus carries me to the bedroom. Their hands on my body, their lips on mine, I can feel everything.

“I love you so much.” I whimper as Gus brushes their fingers against my skin.

Gus lays me down on the bed and spreads my thighs apart. Before falling to their knees, Gus undresses and takes off everything. Even the sports bra, that they typically leave on. I’m shocked, it’s not like I haven’t seen Gus completely naked before.We shower together all the time, change in front of each other and sleep naked a lot of the time. But they preferred to keep it on during sex and I’ve always respected that. It makes them feel more comfortable and more like themself. So taking it off isn’t a small move that’s lost on me. I know it was another way of Gus letting me in. Baring themself to me in a similar way that I did tonight.

Gus kneels on the ground. I hear a small rip of lace before their tongue twitches against my clit. They flick over my sensitive spot, and I’m instantly moaning for them. Gus knows all the ways to tease me and get me off in a matter of moments. They drag their tongue down the depths of my pussy, and I pull on their hair. They slide two fingers inside me, and I gasp. Gus hooks their fingers inside of me, pumping in and out.

“Fuck yes!” I cry out, and as my release builds, I let go of everything else.

Which is how I end up squirting on Gus’s face. With no warning at all, I feel my release but I’m breathless before I can say anything. My wetness shoots all over Gus, and they lap up every drop. They don’t give me a chance to apologize before they’re trying to make it happen again. I didn’t know it was possible, but Gus pushes all the right buttons, and this time they keep their mouth open. As they try to taste all of me, I struggle to keep my eyes open. I want to see how Gus looks as they taste me, but it’s too powerful. My orgasm rips through me next, and my legs clamp around Gus’s head. My heels perch over Gus’s shoulders as I ride their face to oblivion.

“God, I fucking love you.” I let loose a string of moans.

Gus looks up at me, panting, their face shiny with my wetness. Their hair is a rumpled mess, and a goofy grin is on their face. God, I know I’m lucky. But I must have some pretty good karma to bethiskind of lucky.

“I love you, Pretty Girl,” Gus says as they wipe off their mouth with the back of their arm. Something about this feels so primal and needy. Before they can attempt to try again, I pull them in for a kiss.

Epilogue

EMILY

Itake a final breath before I run onto the stage. Having my lesbian idols and icons of the Gay Word introduce me was a dream. But actually singing on stage at Coachella was unreal. Everyone is screaming my name, and the second I’m on stage they start screaming louder than I’ve ever heard. The sun is beating down stronger than I’m used to in New York but I’m embracing it. My ass is basically hanging out in the pink shorts I’m wearing and I have easy access to flash my titties to my fans if I want to. Of course my crop top tee is less than classy with the words, ‘Save the planet, destroy my pussy’ on it.

“WHO’S FUCKING READY COACHELLA!?” I scream into my bedazzled mic and the crowd goes even crazier.

I spent the better part of last year getting more popular. Gus and I’d relationship going viral only made me and my platform more accessible. And once I got rid of Viv and her lying ass, it’s been smooth sailing. This is one of the first times Gus and I have even been out in public for a bit. They prefer to live a more behind the scenes vibe and these days when I’m not on stage, I’m usually curled up with Gus. Their apartment becameour apartment and while I haven’t officially moved out of my apartment with Georgie, I do spend most of my nights there.

I’m belting out the lyrics to one of my pop songs, we all agree it’s a great opener. But my mind is on Gus, I can see them dancing and singing along with Georgie in the front row. They insisted on seeing the show from the pit, there’s enough security so I’m not worried. They both have been like proud parents for me, cheering me on since the moment I got the call.

I segue into the next song which is a cover of Lovefool by the Cardigans. It took a bit of convincing for that one, but I’d been dying to play it live and there was no better stage. Decked out with literal pairs of scissors behind me, three full screens showing off my every move, I wanted to sing a love song to Gus. The crowd sings along, even the ones who don’t really know it are dancing along.

Gus insisted on wearing a t-shirt with my face on it, on the back the words ‘sorry, I don’t share’. Which made me fall over with laughter the first time she showed me. But now it was an item heavily requested on my merch site. I loved how much Gus loved me and let me be myself but was also so possessive. They admittedly shared a lot of me with the public as it was.

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