There's something about the way she talks... The way her lips curved when she said my name.
Her eyes lit up when she spoke about politics, for some reason. Her smile was warm and touched her eyes; each gaze she cast upon me made my heart skip a beat. But it wasn't love or admiration, it was desire, a certain longing. This urge to have her sleek fingers trace lines slowly between my thighs.
I gulped instinctively.
She was quiet now, she had been for the past 2 minutes, and I had been moping twice as long. "Is there something on my face?" she asked, brows creasing.
"Uhm... I... No, actually, I just..." I just found you extremely attractive and wished you would take my clothes off. But I didn't say that of course. She's straight, or so she said, but I had no intention of allowing her stay that way.
She strode over and leaned in, as if about to kiss me and instinctively, I moved in too but she pulled back and stared into my eyes with a wicked smile touching the corner of her lips. I lowered my head, she was teasing as usual. I should've known.
But then she grabbed my neck and pulled my face closer to hers, parting her lips, she poked out her tongue and slid them across my lips.
She pulled back then leaned in again, pressing her lips to mine, kissing softly. Her hand on my neck was warm, her lips even warmer. I closed my eyes in an attempt to feel better. She parted my lips with her tongue and slightly clamped my lower lip with her teeth before sucking them passionately. Getting ahead of myself as usual, I imagined what it'll feel like if she did that on my nipples as well.
She pushed me to sit on the bed, still locked in a kiss then her other hand found the lower button on my shirt and she slowly worked her way upwards till my bra was exposed then she ran her fingers all over my body as she let go of my neck and pulled away from the kiss. Regret and exasperation. Tiredness and longing. A soft gasp escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered open, but I dared not to look at her.
She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to lie on the bed then she spread my legs apart and just like she had read my mind, she felt up my skirt and began grazing my thighs with her slim, long fingers. I was warm, everything was warm when she was around. She unlatched my bra from the front and paused, she then looked at me.
"I don't know what to do" she said softly, almost shakily.
"Want me to teach you?"
"I'd love that..." her voice was just a whisper now...
"Well, everything can go in your mouth, and your fingers are best inside - deep inside " I was teaching a straight girl how to fuck.
"...And if you don't mind, I could do you first, show you how it's done", I smirked.
For a hot minute, I thought I had said something wrong, but then she got off me.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" my body came alive and I felt my stomach do the thing.
* * *
Usually, afterwards, the girls would love to cuddle, kiss, touch, talk, laugh. But Ella didn't. I watched her stand up and snatch her clothes from the floor, almost like she was upset.
"I told you I'm straight." she said, pointlessly "This didn't happen!" she continued.
But your still-warm cum on my sheets and the hickeys on your thighs say otherwise. Of course I didn't say that, I just smirked. "Okay, baby."
"Don't call me that, you know my name."
"Okay, Ella." my smile faded, she actually meant it. I followed her hands as she slipped her bra past her shoulders, her taste still on my tongue, her scent in my head.
"Don't tell anyone" she was trying to be authoritative, but it came out shakily and rather scared. "I don't do that." my brows creased with disappointment.
She turned around. "This is a one-time thing, it was never supposed to happen, it won't happen again too, and this whole thing was a mistake." Ah. Post-nut clarity.
Mistakes don't usually taste as good as you do, but okay. It would've been a disaster if I had said that.
Look, I had a great time and so did you, I wouldn't mind it if you wanted to do that again, or if you never did again. It's your choice, I won't force you to do anything, like I didn't force you today. You came in for that kiss and you damn well enjoyed it. I don't blame you or judge you, I also won't kiss and tell, that's not me, but you need to stop giving me an attitude like I raped you or you're welcome to leave. I didn't ask your 'straight' ass to want me.
Not saying my thoughts out loud is a skill I've come to appreciate.
"It's okay. I get it." I nodded. "You want to go now?"
"What else am I doing here?" she spat out.
Okay. It was getting insulting. She picked up her backpack and walked to the door.
"I'm leaving."
No shit, Sherlock. "I'll see you o-"
"Don't worry, just unlock the door. I'll be fine."
"It's open." I sighed as I watched her leave. "Let me know when you get home." But she didn't; she blocked me instead, then unblocked me a while later probably hoping I hadn't noticed...