“Please.” Lee stared at the screen like she was transfixed. “Truth number two, I like towatchmore than I like tobewatched, but under the right circumstances, like right now, it’s good to be watched.…”
Greta traced Lee’s already wet pussy, slowly and gently, keeping the pace Lee had set already.
“I feel guilty not touching you right now,” Lee confessed a while later. Her hand was on the dildo now.
“What if you pretend you’re fucking me when you use that on yourself,” Greta suggested.
Lee nodded, but she didn’t move yet. “Can we shift a bit? This isn’t the right position for me.”
“Put me where you need me.”
So Lee turned them, so she was sitting facing forward, ass almost on the very edge of the sofa, legs still parted over Greta’s lap. The position felt more precarious, but Greta kept one arm wrapped firmly around Lee’s waist.
For a moment, Lee shivered. “Cold air on very hot skin.” She stared at the screen where the owner of the house had just asked to film the two renters. “Rub my clit, Marie, like she is on the screen.”
Greta obeyed, matching her pace to the film.
A few moments later, Greta looked down as Lee slid the dildo home, fucking herself in time with the action of the couple on the screen.
“So beautiful,” Greta whispered. “You are so stunning like this, you know.”
“You make mefeelbeautiful,” Lee said, voice barely audible over the sounds of the moans on the screen. “Safe. Wanted. Powerful.”
“Same.” Greta stared at the now glistening dildo thrust into Lee’s body and hoped upon hope that this was the start of something that could continue.
For a few moments, the only sounds were hard breathing, moans, and begging from the screen—and from Lee. When she reached her orgasm, Greta’s arm tightened around her as her back arched.
They stayed that way for several moments until Lee stood on shaking legs. She stared down at Greta. “Your turn.” She tugged Greta to her feet and lifted one leg, so a moment later, Greta’s foot was resting on the sofa. “I’m parched after all that.”
“There’s wine—”
“Notquitethe nectar I want.” Lee shoved the coffee table back, sloshing the rest of their wine, spilling it onto the table.
And Greta decided she wasn’t about to complain, not when Lee was retaking control. Lee’s need for control was the price of time with an amazing person. She was worth it.
11Greta
The next morning, as she walked into the office building in Midtown, Greta was grateful for the sunglasses that shaded her tired eyes. She’d added anti-redness drops and used her “emergency moisturizer,” a bee venom–based cream that tightened the weary skin around her eyes. Typically she put work above everything. She knew better than to try to pull all-nighters, for whatever reason, at this point in life. She wasn’tthatold, but she didn’t have the ability to go without sleep the way she had in her early twenties.
Lee was worth the lost sleep.
They’d been up until well after midnight, and then dozed briefly only to wake and have sex again before Lee washed up and left with a promise to message after her big meeting.
Greta wished there was another option for them, one that wasn’t only the choices of friends who fucked or never seeing her again. What they’d done already was enough that Greta couldn’t guarantee that she could remain emotionally detached. They clicked. They laughed. They had orgasms.
Oh my God, the orgasms…If they had been dating, Greta was fairly sure that finding time to do anything but have sex would be a challenge, but they lived in different cities. They weren’t going to date.
Wantto go to a show or something tonight? As friends?
she quickly texted.
Lee:Sure. Do you want me to grab tickets?
Marie:No, I have a pair I was going to toss to hang out and have orgasms with you later.
Lee:Want to do both? With me?
Marie:Yes please. I may need a nap first.
