“Thanks, Mark.”
“Tell Bridget I said hi.”
I made a note of it on my computer. I wouldn’t remember to when I saw her again, if all went according to plan.
I barely got anything done all day, and I was buzzing all over by the time five o’clock rolled around, and I texted BridgetI’m coming home, want me to bring anything back?She had a reply by the time I got back to the car, and I got a shiver down my spine at the sight.
just you, need to see you right now,with a kiss emoji at the end. I swallowed hard, shivering and not just from the cold, as I typed a reply.
Me too… I’ve been thinking of you all day
then hurry up, please,she sent, and I made a noise in my throat at the picture she attached—her legs, with a little peek of the same lacy panties she’d worn in that video.
I’m coming as fast as I can.
you are if I can help it,she sent with a heart emoji, and it was a miracle I didn’t crash on the way back. I counted down every street to get back, and then every step back to the door, and I took two tries to get the key fitted into the lock, opening the door to where the sight of Bridget in the kitchen knocked the wind out of me.
“Hey, beautiful,” she said—leaning against that counter, just like in the video, wearing the same camisole I could see her nipples through, those same panties, as she circled her hips against the counter in the same way. “I’ve been waiting so long for you to get home, baby…”
Oh, fuck, this was actually happening. “Hey,” I said, locking the door behind me. “I’ve been waiting… a while too. Thinking of this.”
She bit her lip, slipping her hands down her front, hooking her thumbs into her panties, and she did that fucking… head-tiltgesture… I don’t even know what itwas, but something about it was so seductive and hit me deep in the core, and I felt like I melted in those big, beautiful blue eyes. “Mm… yeah? Were you thinking of me doing this?” she murmured, tugging her camisole up, just a bit. I hooked a finger between the top two buttons of my shirt, my breath getting short.
“A lot more than just that.”
“Thank god,” she laughed, low and murky. “I’m so horny from waiting all day for you, baby…”
“Fuck, Bridget,” I said, a whisper slipping out, the roleplay breaking just for a second. She went with it, smiling wider, biting her lip.
“Wash your hands real quick?” she said. “And then you can show me every last one of those things you were thinking about.”
I couldn’t do it fast enough—getting my shoes off and washing my hands, laptop bag set down, and Bridget looked up at me when I stood over her, grinding her hips against the counter, this whole vivid fantasy suddenly so real, right there, right where I could touch her…
“Please, baby,” she whispered, and I broke.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I put my hands on her hips, and she moaned.
“I wanted to touch myself all day, but I held it together because I wanted you to see how desperate I’d be for you…”
“I like the thought of you touching yourself thinking about me, too, though.”
“Mm.” Heat flared up in her eyes. “Good, because I’ve done it so many times. Even though I’ve been trying so hard not to.”
“Bridget…” I quivered, moving my hands slowly, reverently, up her sides. I didn’t know how I was allowed to touch someone so perfect, so sexy.
She grinned. “Have you done this with a girl before?”
“N-no…”
“I’ll show you what to do. Just relax and let me lead the way. I’ll make sure you get everything you want, baby. Kiss me, please.”
K-kissing her. Right. My god. This wasn’t a dating thing. This wasn’t… it was just getting what we needed from each other. Getting itches scratched. Her lips were so full, soft, perfect… “To be clear, I haven’t, er… I haven’t even kissed anyone in years.”
“Oh my god, Victoria, I’m not judging you, I just want to kiss you. Please. I’m begging you.”
I could… work with that. I stepped in closer, slipping my hands to her back, pressing the slightly smaller form of her hips against mine, and I bent down to brush my lips against hers, soft and exploratory. She let out a desperate moan, and I felt the arousal spike when she gripped my hips and shoved me harder into hers, kissing me back with an energy that left me reeling.
It took no time at all for us to deepen it, and I was more turned on than I think I’d ever been before—my hips burning, thighs tingling with need, as I gripped my hands over her ass, just as perfect as it had looked in the video. I couldn’t believe I got to touch her. That I had her… grinding against my pants like this, while she kissed me deeply, passionately—her tongue found my lips, and I surrendered to her, opening my mouth and letting her in.
