Page 37 of Not My Friend
She licked me up and down a few times, but it didn’t take long before my nerves were humming with excitement. My pussy was clenching on air, desperate to be filled. As if she could hear my thoughts, Kimberly slid one finger into my channel, pumping in and out. I pulled her hair, directing her to my clit, sighing happily when took it between her lips and started tapping it with the tip of her tongue.
“That feels so good,” I gasped. “I’m close.”
Kimberly pushed a second finger into my channel, and I was so wet it slid in easily. She picked up the pace, thrusting her fingers in and out roughly, and when she curled them, finding that special spot deep inside me, I lost my mind.
With a high pitched wail I started bucking against her face, back arching off the wall as I rode the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My vision pricked at the edges as I struggled to breathe, all my body’s resources firmly focused on my pussy.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck.”
When I was finally sated I sagged back against the wall, panting like I’d just raced up a dozen flights of stairs.
Kimberly squeezed my thighs and watched me as I came back to myself. The sight of my arousal glistening on her face almost made me come again. I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up so I could give her a long, hard kiss. I loved that I could taste myself on her tongue, it was hot as fuck.
When we pulled apart again, she gave me a tender smile.
“How about we order that Thai food now, and then you can have me for dessert?”
Epilogue – Kimberly
One year later…
“Good morning!”
I groaned at Gina’s bright tone. It was too early to be cheerful. From somewhere near my feet Vader made a sound that sounded like a sigh, as if he agreed.
“I want to die.”
Gina laughed. “I told you to stop sucking down those special wedding drinks.”
Gina’s friend Kyle married his boyfriend Steve yesterday with a lavish party that lasted long into the night. I’d never seen somuch fancy food in my life. Those two really knew how to throw a party. Of course, it helped that Steve was a venture capitalist who had more money than God.
I’d been having such a fun time – and enjoying those ‘Stevetinis’ – that I didn’t realize how drunk I was until I nearly passed out in the Uber on the way home. Fortunately I’d avoided puking until I got home. My girlfriend either had a better tolerance, or she’d stopped drinking without me noticing because she seemed perfectly fine this morning.
“Come on, let’s go get ourselves some greasy breakfast food and waffles to absorb all the alcohol in our system.”
“Fine,” I grumbled.
After quick showers, we wandered out into the sunshine, both of us wearing sunglasses. We didn’t need them a lot living in Seattle, but when it was sunny, they made a difference. Especially when a person was hung over.
“What are you doing today?” Gina asked while we waited for our food to arrive.
“If I live through breakfast, I need to do some laundry today. What about you?”
“I’m going to head home and catch up on some stuff after we eat.”
“Or you could start packing,” I suggested.
“Packing?” she asked in confusion. “For what?”
We’d been dating for over a year now. It had been thirteen months of scheduling date nights and meeting for lunch and switching off between houses when we spent the night together. Last night I’d watched two people who were obviously in love get married, and suddenly I was done with the idea of just dating. I was tired of needing to pack a bag every time I spent the night with my girlfriend. I wanted to wake up with Gina every morning just like I did today, even if she was annoyingly cheerful in the morning.
Part of me was surprised that she didn’t mention us moving in together after our self-imposed one year deadline. But part of me wasn’t. Gina really had changed since our first time around, and she continued to go to therapy to make sure she processed any challenges that came up.
But she wasn’t the only one. I’d also done a lot of work on myself over the past eighteen months since I audited her program.
We’d both grown a lot over the last year, and I was glad we’d grown together instead of apart. We’d been working hard on our communication, learning to have honest conversations and share our feelings. We were in a good place now, better than ever.
Even my cat had grudgingly accepted Gina’s presence in our life. It helped that she’d started bringing him some fancy fish cattreats that she picked up at the natural grocery store. Vader was nothing if not a kitty snob.
