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“We’re going to have to sit back down if you’re going to do that,” she said.

Avery laughed and sat down on the couch, pulling Taylor down onto her lap. Taylor repositioned herself so she was straddling Avery.

“Aren’t you getting bold,” she said. She kissed Avery again. “I like it. A lot.”

Maybe it was because Taylor had said to have fun with this, but Avery was having a lot of fun exploring Taylor’s breasts, even more than she expected to. They were bigger than hers, and fuller; one nipple pointed up and one pointed down, in a way that Avery found deeply charming. Her areolae and nipples were big, and dark brown against her light brown skin. She clearly enjoyed being touched there, too, which was good, because Avery felt like she could touch them, kiss them, lick them for hours.

Once they were back on the couch, everything moved a lot faster. Their hands were everywhere; their lips and tongues followed suit. Avery forgot to be anxious about whether she was doing the right thing, and let herself relax into this. They stopped talking, and communicated by sighs, moans, pauses, raised eyebrows, more kisses. Taylor pulled Avery’s head up to hers so she could kiss her and play with her breasts, then Avery grabbed Taylor’s ass and pulled her closer. Taylor chuckled and moved her hips slowly against Avery’s, then faster.

“Holy shit, Taylor,” Avery either thought or said, she wasn’tsure which. In response to either her statement or the look on her face, Taylor moved her hand down in between them, and slid a finger underneath the red lace of Avery’s underwear. She paused, but Avery didn’t wait for her to ask the question.

“Yes,” she said in Taylor’s ear. “Please.”

Taylor leaned forward, sucked Avery’s tongue into her mouth, and at the same time, slid a finger inside of her. Avery opened her legs wider, and moved against Taylor’s hand, almost without meaning to.

Taylor moved slowly at first; Avery couldn’t tell if she was trying to slow things down, or if she was just exploring Avery and how she felt, what she liked and what shereallyliked, in the same way Avery had done earlier. Either way, this all felt so good she was in a daze. But after a while, Taylor slid off her lap and knelt in front of her on the floor.

“As gorgeous as these are, they need to come off for me to do this properly,” she said, her fingers on the thin lace on the sides of Avery’s underwear. Avery lifted her hips, and Taylor pulled them off and tossed them on the floor. She pushed Avery’s legs open and smiled up at her.

“Now,” she said. Avery felt a flash of anxiety. Did she smell okay? Was she too wet? Not wet enough? Did she have too much hair down there? Not enough? But she didn’t have a lot of time to worry, because almost immediately, Taylor’s mouth was on her, and Taylor’s fingers were inside of her. And then all she could do was tangle her fingers in Taylor’s hair, open her legs wide, and lean backward against her couch cushions. Holy fuck, that felt good.

After a few moments of pure bliss, Taylor shifted her position, just a little, and her tongue and fingers moved faster, and Avery could feel everything in herself build. She gripped Taylor’s hair harder, and Taylor went faster, and then even faster, until Avery’swhole body shook, and all she could do was hold on to this feeling, this magic, this peak, for as long as possible. She gasped once, twice, then fell back against the couch, breathing hard.

Taylor sat next to her, and Avery pulled her into her arms.

“Wow, I…that was…oh God.”

Taylor laughed softly and kissed her neck.

“Good.”

They lay there together for a few minutes until Avery stood up and pulled Taylor up along with her.

“Come into my bedroom so I can return the favor?” she asked. “You know how I feel about extra credit.”

Taylor grinned at her.

“Who am I to deny you your chance for an A-plus?”

Ten

The next morning, Taylor wokeup in Avery’s warm, snug, incredibly comfortable bed. She turned to look at Avery, curled up next to her.

The night before had been great. A huge fucking mistake, but great. She and Avery had chemistry in the bedroom (and living room) as well as at the bar, something you could never be sure of. And it had been delightful to have sex with her. What Avery had lacked in experience, she’d made up for in enthusiasm, so it had been a satisfying evening on all counts.

However. All the reasons that she’d listed for herself last night at the bar—before she’d gotten drunk on Avery’s plump lips and red bra and the touch of her fingers—about why she and Avery should not hook up were still true, and now she was going to have to deal with the repercussions.

The worst one—even worse than having to host a fucking baby shower—was that she was going to have to figure out a way to let Avery down gently without crushing her. The night before hadbeen a ton of fun, she wished she could hook up with Avery again, but she did not want to be responsible for breaking Avery’s heart.

Ugh, hadn’t she told Erica that she wanted a drama-free summer? Wasn’t that the whole reason for that stupid bet in the first place? Well, she’d probably just fucked that up for herself.

Also…she liked Avery. She enjoyed being around her, she loved teaching her how to flirt. She didn’t want all of that to end.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Avery must have felt her mental tumult in her sleep, because she stirred, then turned to face Taylor.

“Morning,” she said in a scratchy voice, her eyes narrow and squinty, a sleepy smile on her face.