Page 23 of Not My Friend
Pushing to my hands and knees, I crawled up over her body. She opened her eyes and gave me a sweet smile. I pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
“Don’t be dead yet, I need a little help here. You got me all hot and bothered coming like that.”
I scooted so I was kneeling on either side of her head, hands gripping the headboard, then I slowly lowered myself until I was hovering just above her face. Kimberly raised her eyebrows as she realized my intentions. I’d never been comfortable enough to try this position when we were together, but I’d done a fair amount of experimenting since then.
“Is this okay?” I asked, wanting to check.
“God yes,” she said, grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto her face.
When I was settled into position, her tongue darted in between my lower lips. I was already dripping with arousal after getting her off and she happily ate me out until I was shaking above her, chasing my release. She maneuvered her hand up to my apex so she could pinch my clit, sending an electric shock through my body.
I was close, my whole body shaking with the effort of wanting to come, but I needed a little more to completely let go of the tension coiled in my body. I brought my hands up to my breasts, pulling and squeezing my nipples to heighten the sensation.
Then Kimberly squeezed my ass, hard enough to send a jolt of pain through my body, and I was done.
“Kimberly!”
I screeched her name as I started to come, bucking against her face and taking my pleasure in an uninhibited way that I’d never felt. There was no tentativeness. No effort to be quiet. No worry about if I was suffocating the woman beneath me. No, I moaned and swore and rolled my hips, grinding against her and taking what I needed.
It was glorious.
As quickly as it started, my orgasm ebbed, and I fell over, landing sideways on the bed with my legs on Kimberly’s chest.With great effort, I dragged them off and turned so I was facing the same direction as her, then I pulled her close and gave her a sweet kiss.
“That was incredible,” I said.
“Yeah.” She seemed a little dazed still. “You’ve changed… in a lot of ways.”
I tilted my head. “Is that bad?”
I swallowed down the flash of insecurity, reminding myself that I didn’t need to be defined by this woman or anyone else. But Kimberly gave me a little smirk that did funny things to my insides.
“Definitely for the better. I’ve never seen you so uninhibited. I like it.”
Lying next to Kimberly while we both recovered from our epic sexcapades, I thought about her observations about the changes in me. It was true. I hardly recognized the woman I was before. I didn’t like myself much back then, and that self-loathing had reflected back on me in all my relationships. I’d come a long way, that’s for sure.
***
Three years ago…
“Hey, I’m home!”
I tossed my coat in the general direction of the coat rack, not noticing that it landed on the floor.
“Kimberly? Are you here? I got out of my work event early thank God.”
I frowned as I realized that she wasn’t here. That was strange. She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere tonight. Digging my phone out of my back pocket, I opened the tracking app that I’d insisted Kimberly and I put on our phones in case of an emergency. She’d been hesitant, but I told her that as women in a big city we couldn’t be too safe.
“What if someone kidnaps one of us?” I’d asked. “Or we’re in an accident and can’t call for help because we’re unconscious and bleeding?”
Fortunately nothing bad had befallen either of us, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. As I opened the tracker app I told myself I wasn’t spying on my girlfriend, I was just making sure nothing happened to her.
I was lying. I was totally spying on her. And the truth was, it wasn’t the first time.
According to the app she was at a restaurant a couple of blocks away. I debated texting her, but something about this gave me the feeling that I shouldn’t give her a heads up. Maybe she wasjust grabbing dinner, I told myself. I’d go surprise her. Then I remembered that she hated eating alone.
Why would she disappear without telling me where she was going? Did she do this often when she thought I wasn’t going to know? Why?
As I walked to the restaurant I could feel myself spiraling. I could feel it, but I couldn’t stop it. It was like I was floating outside my body watching myself freak out but helpless to stop it.
