“Nothing—” Bridget said.
“Sacramento—” I pointed over my shoulder to where Kevin’s and Sam’s car was leaving. “Just talking again about Sacramento.”
“And how much colder it is here,” Bridget laughed nervously.
“Much more homemade Christmas cookies here, too,” I said.
“I’m not very good at making cookies, turns out,” Bridget said.
“Well, if it’s too cold, don’t stand there freezing,” Mom said, buying the awkward topic change. She stepped out to give Bridget a hug and then one for me too—still a little stilted and awkward, but we’d been learning how to do it over the last year. “Try to come over before the New Year too. I love you both and I’ll see you again soon.”
Once we got into the car and started it up, heat blasting out from the vents, Bridget let out a breath. “Close one,” she said. “Don’t want to lose my tentative good standing with your mom by talking too much about pussy.”
I smiled at her, just looking at her for a second—at big, beautiful blue eyes that sparkled just for me—and I reached across the center console to put a hand on her thigh. “You can’t help what you like,” I said, and she softened into the seat with a low murmur.
“Oh, god, be careful. I’m already so turned on.”
“That doesn’t sound like a problem,” I said, tracing my fingers along her inner thigh. “I hear you’re very pent-up… you poor thing. Do you want some help with that?”
“Oh my god.” She pressed back against the headrest. “I mean, yes. As it so happens, I do kinda want some help with that.”
“It’ll have to be quick, but…”
“Trust me that it will be.”
“Mm.” I leaned across the center and kissed her, lips finding hers in a soft, tender kiss that deepened quickly, savoring the moans she made into my mouth as I sucked lightlyon her lower lip, and I pushed my hand down her front, into her underwear, and found her already getting ready for me, her clit throbbing.
“Oh, god, that,” she whispered against me when I started rubbing two fingers up and down her clit. “Keep doing that. Oh my god.”
“You’re beautiful, Bridget.”
“Fuck, I’m so spoiled,” she laughed breathlessly, and I kissed her again, deep and passionate, going harder as I picked up the pace with my hand in her pants, and I could feel her tightening for an orgasm before long—she really must have been pent-up, because it was only a few minutes before I felt her buck her hips up against me with a desperate moan into my lips, her muscles tightening as she came on my hand.
“Better?” I said, pulling my hand back out, and she looked dazedly and blissfully at me.
“Much… much better. For now. Should be just enough to tide me over to get home.”
“I would recommend you not to drive for a few minutes.”
She laughed dizzily. “Yeah… take a picture of me?”
“A picture?”
“Mm. Just to post it up and be like,just got out of a Christmas party and my girlfriend got me off in the car.I bet they’ll like that. I also want them to be a little jealous of us.”
It was a little odd that I thought that was hot, but I guess it meant we really were destined for each other. “Strike a cute pose, then,” I said, taking my phone. “Cute and a little slutty.”
“Isn’t that my default state?”
Maybe it was. I suppose that was my type. Surprising to me as much as it was to anyone.
She pulled herself together while I posted the picture on her page, along with a promise of a sexy Christmas live show soon, and the drive back went quickly—still a little too long,because I was getting antsy wanting more of her while we drove, and I was getting horny too by the time we were back at the apartment. Once we’d gotten inside, changing out of our outerwear and cleaning up felt like it took forever, and I was all too eager to throw my coat over the back of the chair and pin Bridget up to the counter to kiss her. Judging by the way she grabbed my ass firmly in both hands when I did, so was she.
“Okay,” she said, unbuttoning her pants and dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. “I’m going to go get changed into something slutty for this show. Do you want to get your tea and cookie and go to the bedroom?”
“No, I’ll… I’ll join you in the studio. I want to watch.”
She bit her lip. “Tea and cookies for both of us in the studio, then.”
