Page 27 of Deep Gap

I can tell by the way Greer speaks about her parents, Karen and Mac that she’s no stranger to love. I can see the adoration in her wide eyes when she’s taken care of the pups. Greer has the propensity to love. But she’s walled off her heart. “Maybe together you can learn how? Maybe you’ve forgotten?” Maybe you’re too scared right now, but I’ll show you it’s worthwhile, I leave out. I have as much to lose as Greer does if our friendship isn’t meant for this test.

In the morning, I drop my nose to Greer’s neck, tugging her back to my front as she silences her alarm. Snuggling back into the sheets, Greer’s warm palm rests on my ass. I snake my forearm up between her breasts over her nightshirt. It’s short and there’s a gap of silky skin showing above her panties. It’s sexy, subtle, and inviting. Although once I’d gotten into her bed, all I did was hold Greer. I’m scared her fears will take over and she’ll take off, anyway. All I can do is hope whatever this is will withstand the test.

“I have to go to work,” she says.

I grunt in agreement, but don’t move a muscle. Even when she’s not making soap, Greer’s hair smells like honey. I’ll probably intrinsically associate the scent with her for the rest of my life.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Call in sick,” I suggest, knowing full well Greer will refuse.

“I can’t do that.” She’s never missed a day. That’s not how a giver’s brain functions.

“Then stay in bed for a while longer and I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t have to be in until later. I can’t ask that of you.”

“Can’t and won’t are a matter of nuance. Like could and should. I should let you get ready so you don’t miss the bus. But why, when I could bring you in myself and it would take less time?” I pause. “Are you more comfortable taking the bus than the car?”

“No. I’ve driven with you to the store plenty.”

Assured it’s her sense of responsibility, and not wanting to put anyone out, I tighten my hold on her.

“We’re just going back to sleep until it’s time to leave?” she questions, her butt wiggling into my groin. She moves my hand, sliding it underneath her top.

And I’m fucking awake.

Her nipples are hard points, and her waist undulates when I knead her breast. My lips press kisses to the base of her neck and my tongue follows, trailing to the soft spot behind her ear. We’ve been playing with her lush, firm tits together. She removes my hand by sliding it down her torso toward the elastic of her panties. When I hesitate going any further, it’s Greer that slips our conjoined hands under the soft fabric. It’s Greer that guides my hand to her pussy as the leg she isn’t laying on splays over mine, granting me more access.

She moans with a shudder, placing the pad of my finger on her clit. She’s so wet my first thoughts consist of burying my dick inside of her and how to make her come. And then she dips her own finger inside with a gasp of unadulterated pleasure. I get a coherent image of this woman lying in the bed touching herself the way I’ve wanted to. I rub my cock against her ass, never having been harder for anyone.

I pluck her finger from her cunt and slide one of my own deep inside her channel. The blankets have rumpled at the bottom of the bed and her shirt has risen, exposing her tits. Greer goes back to playing with her breasts while I finger fuck her. The way she touches herself is the sexiest, most empowered thing ever.

She doesn’t need me to please her. And me? I’m getting off watching her.

Greer turns her head and our lips connect. She opens wide for me; Her mouth and then her legs, giving me more access to the haven in between.

“Show me what you like. What to do,” she says, holding onto the tightest of threads.

Her climax already building, she cries out at the loss when my finger leaves her body. I take Greer’s hand from her tit and tuck it back into her underwear. Slicking her palm with the evidence of her arousal, I wrap Greer’s fingertips around my throbbing cock.

My hips set a steady clip and Greer’s strokes become confident. I’ve lifted my knee to give her access and her thighs have collapsed together. Her legs twist, seeking pressure. I roll her to her back and make her switch hands, which she does without skipping a beat. Taking my own place back where she most needs it, I offer a second finger, stretching her soaked and swollen core.

“You’re so close,” I grunt, not wanting to come before she does. “Play with yourself the way you wanted me to play with you when the shower was on.”

Her sex-hazed eyes flash to mine with a keen knowledge and her lazy fingertip circles her clit, pressing down with exquisite pressure that has Greer painting with every ministration I make. She quakes and trembles and my balls tighten, cum shooting over her skin and sheets.

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I stare at the bucket of sudsy water unable to look anywhere else. If I don’t, someone will see me trying to hide my smile. I’m so hot under the collar that I’m sure I’m blushing. It makes my lip perk because Byron told me he notices when I do.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…”

I blush deeper while his words loop between my ears like a love song on repeat.

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