Page 61 of Voyeur

“Yes,” Silver encouraged her. “Like that, baby. I love your mouth.”

Honor moaned and spread Silver’s legs farther, diving into her and sucking as hard as she could, not being gentle in the slightest. She took Silver hard, and Silver pressed Honor’s face into her, tugging at her hair a little and making Honor want to stand up and let Silver take her, too.

“Fuck! Yes! Good girl. Just like that. Suck. Do you want my dick inside you later, baby?”

Honor moaned in response before she could stop herself. Silver bucked her hips into Honor’s mouth.

“I want that, too. I want you to ride me. I want you from behind. God, I want you on top of me how you were last night; nice and slow, making me come while you kiss me deep and your tongue plays with mine. I want–” Silver stopped talking when Honor nipped at her clit. “Yes!”

Then, Silver came, and Honor didn’t wait for her to come down all the way before she stood up, wiped her mouth with her arm, turned, and pulled open the door.

“Honor, what the fuck?” Silver asked, reaching for and rubbing her clit. “I wasn’t exactly done.”

“I–” Honor opened her mouth to speak but said nothing.

Silver stopped rubbing her clit and looked both confused and concerned. She went to stand up, but Honor moved and closed the door behind herself, knowing that even Silver, who had no problem with public nudity, wasn’t about to follow her down the stairs with no clothes on in her own apartment building.

Honor ordered the car when she got to the sidewalk, and thankfully, it arrived quickly. She hoped she didn’t smell too much like sex in this poor man’s car. When she got home, she threw all of her clothes directly into the washing machine and hurried to the shower. There, Honor let the spray cleanse her body, and she cried because Silver was right.

Silver made her feel like she could be more fully herself, but it wasn’t someone Honor wanted to be. She couldn’t be this person who watched people have sex in public and who watched her partner fuck someone else before she took Honor home to fuck her, too. While that was already bad enough, because it was just sex, Honor had been able to accept it. Last night, though, it wasn’t just sex; she knew that much. Being inside Silver like that, being on top of her, kissing her through her orgasm, had been way more than sex, and Honor couldn’t do that. Could she?

???

“Kathleen?”

“Yeah?” Kathleen said, looking up from her computer.

“Your sister-in-law,” she began.

“What about her?” Kathleen asked with a smirk on her face.

“Do you think she’d really be interested in me? If it’s just a setup because we’re both gay, I’m not–”

“No, I really think you could hit it off. I have no idea if you’re meant to be, Honor, but I think you might end up with at least a friend, if nothing else. I know you haven’t had a first date with a woman yet. She’d be a good person for you to do that with, I think.”

Honor swallowed because had she had a first date with a woman? Things with Silver were so confusing. They’d fucked first, talked second, and every time Silver spoke about them, it was always as if they’d see each other again and that they’d be naked at some point during that visit, if date wasn’t the right word.

“Okay,” Honor relented. “Will you give her my number?”

“Really?” Kathleen asked.

“Yes. But, Kathleen, if it doesn’t work out, I don’t want it to be awkward between you and me. You’re–” Honor took a deep breath. “You’re one of my closest friends. I don’t want to risk losing you if I’m awkward and mess this up with her and she tells you.”

Kathleen laughed and said, “Hey, it’s one date. I get it. I’ll give her your number. She’ll text you. And maybe you two should just do that for a bit – text or call each other. You could see if there’s something there worth exploring before you get all dressed up for a date, right?”

“Dressed up?” Honor asked.

She’d always hated that part of dating. The expectation was that she’d wear a dress or a skirt and some heels or, at least, nice flats. Her mother had taught her that.

“And earrings,” her mother would say. “You always wear earrings.”

Honor had hated dressing up for dates. She preferred to dress up for work and keep everything else in her life casual when it came to clothing, but her mother had left a lasting mark on her, so for every date, regardless if it was the first or the fifteenth, Honor had worn a nice dress or skirt. She’d worn heels and earrings. She’d done her makeup and hair and tried to look like the kind of woman her date would both want to take home to meet his parents and would also want to sleep with at the same time.

“Yeah, that’s not a bad idea,” she added before Kathleen could comment on her dressing up response.

As Honor walked back to her office, she thought about how she hadn’t dressed up once for Silver. There had been no earrings and no heels. She hadn’t worn a dress, either. Although, now that she was thinking about it, she’d like to wear one for Silver to let her cinch it up at her hips and fuck her without having to take any clothes off. She’d worn jeans and a decent sweater, she supposed, at every meeting, and Silver hadn’t complained. In fact, Silver seemed to like it. Honor lowered her head to her desk in frustration. She needed to be thinking about Kathleen’s sister-in-law, not Silver Kincade.

“Shit,” she said to herself before lifting her head. “Kathleen?!”

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