“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Alicia clung to the comforts of her bed since Danica was not forthcoming with the post-coital cuddling. She was already standing up with that look on her face that said she had things to do and places to go. It was still early, after all. She could squeeze in one more meeting before midnight.
Her naked body looked less out of place in Alicia’s bedroom than the black Prada dress had. “Yes. To find your bathroom.”
Alicia sighed in relief against the perfume-covered pillow Danica left behind. “Hurry back. It’s been a long three days without you.”
The woman had a lot to get used to when it came to existing in Alicia’s world. Most girls would know to put on some damn clothes before entering shared living places. Not Danica, of course. She was used to owning every room in her vicinity. Bad enough Alicia didn’t have an en suite bathroom that Danica could pop in and out of. She dared to have a roommate who could come and go as she pleased in the hallway.
“Holy shit!” Candice shrieked from the living room. “Holy shit, girl!”
“My pleasure,” Danica’s low voice replied. “Where’s the damn bathroom?”
“Thanks much! The view! Thanks much!” Pete was more excited than Candice, apparently.Uh, oh.He thinks nipples are toys.Should Alicia go tell her girlfriend? Or let her find out for herself?
“Alicia!” Candice shrieked again. “Wake up from your sex stupor and come collect your girlfriend before I jump her hot bones!”
“Unfortunately, I’m out of commission for now. So you wouldn’t get what you want.” The bedroom door flung open again. Danica was still naked, all skin and perfectly groomed body hair. Candice sputtered something behind her, but was too distracted by her ass to get out a coherent thought. “Hello, my love.” The door slammed shut. Pete laughed in the hallway.
Alicia opened her arms as Danica crawled back into bed and covered her face in kisses. “You did that on purpose.”
She was beneath her girlfriend again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You…” Hm. To talk or to kiss? Why did there have to be a choice? Couldn’t Alicia learn telepathy for moments like these? “…want to show off.”
Danica nestled between Alicia’s legs. “I showed you off to my world for a whole month. It’s only fair I show myself off to yours once in a while.”
What a view I’ve got. Danica’s hands splayed on either side of Alicia’s head. Her face was so far away, but her body deliciously close, their skin sliding together as easily as two inconsequential water droplets. “Okay, but when you meet my parents, don’t do that.”
“I do as I please.” Danica attacked her throat with heavy lips, sucking, kissing, delighting her in every affectionately carnal way.
The next day, after Danica had reluctantly left to go back to her fast-paced life wearing a fresh Yves Saint Laurent mini dress Mr. Nigel Clayborn brought over, Candice approached her bedraggled roommate and said, “I need more warning for when that babe comes over to fuck you six ways to Sunday. That way, I can invest in some ample earplugs. Or rent some nanny cams from work so I can make some quick money off you two.”
Alicia couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed that the whole place had heard her screaming in pleasure and her girlfriend moaning every five seconds. Not even when Pete landed on the coffee table and mimicked Alicia’s orgasmic wails. He wasn’t too far off, really. A bit pitchy, but even Alicia couldn’t recreate those sounds without Danica there to inspire them out of her. Oh, well.
“Look at this!” Candice cried, shoving a piece of thick paper beneath Alicia’s nose. She had been reading a book when her roommate rudely interrupted. “I won a trip to Las Vegas!”
“Huh?” Alicia put her book down. “From whom?”
Candice squinted at the fine print. “The radio station. Yeah, I remember now. I think I entered when they asked someone to name George Michael’s five biggest hit songs.”
“You knew the answer to that?”
Candice shrugged. “Apparently. Does it matter? I won!”
“Nice.”
“Yup! I’ve gotta leave tonight, though! This must’ve gotten lost in the mail.”
“That’s… concerning.”
“What’s even more concerning is that I only get to take one person with me.” Candice’s face lit up again. “I know! I’ll take my sister! She broke up with that douche and has been mopingabout for weeks. Need to take her to someplace like Vegas for the weekend.”
“Aw, not me?” Alicia was only half-serious.
Candice scoffed. “No offense, but you’ve got an on-call jet now. You don’t need my middle-class perceptions of Las Vegas to bore you. Besides,” she turned a chilling look toward Alicia, “you’d probably try to get Elvis to marry you and your girlfriend. Classy folks.”
“Don’t even bring that up.” Unlike Danica, who slipped their possibly impending wedding into every conversation they had.“I recently purchased a condo in Bavaria. I hear it’s the top honeymoon spot in Europe this year.”Suave. Alicia, meanwhile, was content to slow things down. They were in love. They wanted each other. It was enough.
“Anyway, I’ve gotta go call my sister and tell her to pack her suitcase. I’m leaving in five hours! Take care of Pete for me, okay?”
