Page 29 of Deliverance

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!” I moan as I begin spasming around her fingers.

She releases me with a wet pop, her lips shimmering with my release as I drag her up to me and run my tongue along her lips. She gasps in surprise before melting against me. When we pull apart, she rests her head into my neck and I wrap my arms around her, pressing a soft kiss to her head.

“I’m so proud of you,” I whisper.

She beams up at me like she’s never heard those words before, and it breaks my fucking heart.

“So you won’t go fuck her?” she asks, a hint of insecurity in her usual strong tone.

I smile softly, hoping it puts her mind at ease.

“No, baby. The only person I’m interested in fucking is you.”

Ducking her head against my neck, she tries to hide her reaction. She can’t fool me, though. I can feel her lips spread into a wide smile as she holds me tighter.

This started out as a fun little forbidden game, but I feel things shifting quickly and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

Chapter Ten

Maggie

The next morning, Bridgette floats down the stairs in her pink and white matching sleep set like the fairy fucking princess she is. I swear to god, she is the biggest girly girl I’ve ever met. When she aims that sweet smile at me, though, I can’t help but tolerate it, maybe even like it a little.

Almost as soon as Bridgette finished yesterday, a knock from the door came. She righted her clothes and jumped to her feet to find Brad wondering what was taking me so long. Bridgette gave him a pitying look as she shook her head.

“She’s been puking nonstop for the last five minutes. I don’t think your little fantasy is coming true tonight.”

For added effect, I made exaggerated retching noises that apparently had Brad wrinkling his nose in disgust and stomping off. I don’t think he was sad for long because three minutes later, we heard the sound of a headboard hitting the wall and moaning from two guys and a girl. Looks like he got his threesome, just with a little more sausage than he accounted for.

Bridgette and I laughed before cuddling up to watch a movie. We didn’t go past that, and honestly, it was kinda nice to just be with her. We went from not being able to stand each other to fucking around. We didn’t really take a moment to become friends or even friendly, really. Not that I make that a point when I’m hooking up with someone, but this is different…she is different. That sounds cliché as fuck, but it’s true. I’ve never just taken a single look at someone, and it caused my chest to tighten. I’ve never had my skin tingle and spark from a single touch. It’s like I can feel it more than put into words how Bridgette is different. Again, cliché as fuck.

I’m making a frittata when Bridgette prances her cute little ass in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I try to hide my smile as I face the stove, but I fail epically.

“Good morning,” I say.

“Morning,” she murmurs against my t-shirt covered shoulder.

“Did you sleep okay?”

She nods. “I was…sad you weren’t there when I woke up.”

There is a timidness to her tone. Like she’s embarrassed to admit it, or unsure. Hey, I totally get it. Coming out even to yourself is scary and hard, especially when you’ve had yourself convinced your entire life that you feel one way before those feelings start to change. I also know that it’s a process that can’t be guided or pushed. She needs to figure out her shit on her own, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be within arms reach to offer whatever kind of support I can.

“Yeah?” I ask, taking the pan off the stove and turning around.

My arms snake around her waist as I slowly begin backing her up.

“You missed me, baby B?” I tease.

Bridgette looks at me like she’s going to argue before she pouts.

“I like cuddling with you. You’re soft and warm and?—”

“Aww, I think someone is catching feelings,” I say, testing the waters as her ass hits the kitchen island.

Defense is the first emotion that springs to her eyes. Surprisingly, though, it isn’t the one that remains. Bashfulness, if I’m not mistaken, is all I see in this moment.

Ducking her head, she shrugs her shoulders as I lift her chin up to look at me.