She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Nothing beats an afternoon nap during a summer thunderstorm. I close the door before dropping onto the couch beside her and pulling her into my arms.Fuck,I’ll never get over the way her soft body feels against mine. I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, inhaling her perfect scent: the blend of her hair products, body wash,her. Whatever fear I had that the sense of peace from our weekend wouldn’t carry over to our real life slowly fades as I breathe her in.
I understand now that the sense of home I felt had nothing to do with the walls surrounding us but everything to do with the woman within them.Sheis my home. I chuckle, thinking about those first days when I was still sleeping on this couch. I found myself getting more rest than I had in years and couldn’t figure out why. I know now it was because my very own source of peace was sleeping in the next room over.
“What’s so funny?” Lucy asks sleepily.
I snuggle her against me tighter, kissing her neck. “I was just thinking about all those mornings you would wake me up. And how I’m the one having to wake you up nowadays.”
“Hmm. I’ve never slept with a man before. You’re cozy,” she says, wiggling her ass against my crotch. Driving me fucking insane.
I thrust my growing erection against her so she can feel the effect she has on me. “Why does that turn me on as much as it does?”
She chuckles and grinds into me again. “You like that, huh?”
“Mmm, you have no idea, baby. And just so you know, I haven’t ever cuddled in bed with anyone either.”
She shivers at my confession. “You’re right. That is a turn-on.”
“Is that so?” I ask, running my hands down her body to see for myself.
I’ve just made it to the waistband of her sweats when the doorbell rings. Groaning, I roll Lucy so that I can get up and see who’s ruining our nap. Opening the door, I’m met with…nobody. I look around, but there’s not a person in sight.
“Ooo, is that our next script?”
I jump as Lucy skirts past me to pick up a packet on the ground in front of the door. My tired girl is all of a sudden full of energy as she enthusiastically rips open the envelope, pulling out one of the thickest packets we’ve had so far.
“Legs wide open?” Her brows scrunch together as she flips through the paper, and I watch as her eyes grow larger and larger with each passing page.
“What is it?” I ask, taking my script from her hand while she reads hers. I look down at the front page, indeed titledLegs Wide Openand skim through stopping when I realize what has her so shocked. “Ohh…our first group scene.”
She looks up at me, eyes still wide. “Fifteen.”
Chapter twenty
In two, three, four…
My go-to guided breathing video is apparently doing nothing for me today, and I’m not sure why. Unless it’s the fact that I’m taking part in my first ever group sex later, but who would be nervous about that?
Nervous probably isn’t the right word. Anticipatory, maybe. Excited, definitely. After Sasha and I discussed the script for today’s scene with Blanche, she amended it immediately. I felt guilty about how nice she was, expecting her to be somewhat disappointed in me. But she couldn’t have been nicer.
“Honey, you can’t decide who you’re attracted to! It’s fine! I promise you, this type of scene happened plenty of times between me and Henry, so it’s likely we would have filmed one eventually anyway!”
In, two, three, four…
I told him I don’t want to know details, and that I’m okay with the overall themes of Blanche’s script today. It’s getting easier and easier to be open with him about things I’m interested in,especially since he’s shared more of his sexual history with me over the past couple of weeks.
Lying in the bath, I’m the big spoon for once, enjoying the feel of Sasha’s muscles and the smell of his hair as he leans back onto my chest.
“When did you first feel attraction for a boy? I hope that isn’t offensive to ask…”
He laughs and grabs one of my feet to rub idly while he answers.
“Not at all. The first attraction I felt was for a particularly sexy tree behind our house—ow!”
I pinch him in the side, and he retaliates by tickling my feet. After a brief tussle, I call a truce, and he continues.
“It was actually when I was around eleven, and I thought one of my dad’s guards was fucking hot. I didn’t have my first crush on a girl until a couple of years later. I was pretty sheltered growing up. Then once I unlocked both options, the sky was the limit. Lots of combinations to explore.”
“Hmm. I’ll bet,” I say quietly.
