“By the time we reach the subway, I predict,” Sophie teased.
“Probably right. Should we stop at your place on the way back to mine?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” She hadn’t exactly planned to bring Jules to her apartment. Generally, she steered her dates away, embarrassed about her couch-sleeping arrangement. But Jules already knew about that, so really, there was nothing for Sophie to hide.
“Unless you’d rather meet me at my place?” Jules said, obviously having sensed Sophie’s hesitation.
“No, it’s fine. If we get off at 10th, we’ll walk right by my apartment on the way to yours.”
“Perfect,” Jules said.
“Once you’ve seen my couch, you’ll be glad for your bed,” Sophie told her, hoping to keep the tone light.
“Oh please. I have so many friends who’ve slept on couches. It’s almost a necessity in this city at some point, isn’t it?” Jules said. “Especially for struggling actors.”
“Not for you, though,” Sophie said, old insecurities rearing their ugly head at the reminder of her and Jules’s different financial status.
“I’m very lucky that my parents were able to help me when I needed it,” Jules said quietly.
“Some people might take that for granted,” Sophie said, shaking it off, because neither of them deserved to be poisoned by her chronic bitterness tonight. “But again, not you.”
“Never,” Jules said. “It’s just what we do for each other, right? I’d help anyone in my family in a heartbeat if they needed me, even if meant letting them sleep on my couch.” She gave Sophie a playful nudge.
“They’re all coming for opening night?” she asked.
“God, yes,” Jules said. “My mom and grandma are staying for almost a week when we open for previews, and they’ve got tickets to every show. Then, of course, they’ll be back for opening night.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.”
“And yours?” Jules asked, glancing at her as they walked.
“Mine will be here for the first night of previews and opening night, yes.”
“I guess we might be playing ‘meet the family’ in a few weeks, then, huh?” Jules said, a hesitance in her expression that hadn’t been there before. This was a big deal for her, coming out to her family and then potentially introducing them to the first woman she’d ever dated.
“I imagine the whole cast will be meeting each other’s families,” Sophie said, hoping to ease her mind. “It won’t have anything to do with our relationship.”
“Yes, true.”
They boarded the subway together and rode to Brooklyn, exiting at 10th. Sophie led the way to her apartment and let them in, but although she’d been kind of looking forward to introducing Jules to Nathan and Anthony, her roommates weren’t home. Instead, Jules sat on Sophie’s couch while she packed a quick bag, and then they were on their way back to Jules’s apartment. They’d barely made it inside before they were on each other.
Jules pushed her against the wall, kissing her deeply as they fumbled with their winter clothes. Kisses turned to laughter as they unzipped coats, tugged off gloves, and tossed hats, finally reaching their regular layers of clothing. Jules’s fingers strayed beneath Sophie’s sweater, touching her with a confidence she had lacked yesterday, the awe of discovery replaced now with the assurance of what was to come.
They scrambled out of their clothes as Jules stepped Sophie backward to the bed. Her fingers dipped between Sophie’s legs, stroking her just the way she liked. Sophie reached for her, cupping her breasts in her hands, and Jules threw her head back with a soft gasp. They tumbled onto the bed, arms and legs entwined.
“Together this time?” Jules asked, rocking her hips against Sophie’s.
“Yes.” She loved how assertive Jules was in bed. It was unbelievably hot.
Together, they touched and explored, fingers stroking and mouths roaming. They moved as if they’d been choreographed, heat and friction building everywhere. Jules slid down to straddle Sophie’s thigh, stroking her as she began to rock her hips. She settled into a rhythm, matching it with her fingers as they swirled and plunged. Sophie groaned in pleasure, gripping Jules’s hips.
Jules leaned forward, shifting the angle between them, eyes fluttering shut with a gasp. “Is this okay?” she whispered.
“Really fucking great,” Sophie said breathlessly.
“For me too,” Jules said, hips moving frantically, a steady stream of whimpers and cries escaping her lips. Her tits bounced to the rhythm she’d set, a caramel waterfall of hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her fingers worked tirelessly, rapidly driving Sophie past the point of no return, but even without that stimulation, Sophie had a feeling the sight of Jules above her might be enough to do the trick.
Jules let out a cry as she came, fingers curling inside Sophie’s body, which sent her right over the edge. The orgasm rushed through Sophie hard and fast, leaving her limp beneath the warm weight of Jules’s body. They lay together, hair tangled and twisted between them, bodies sticky and sweaty with the aftermath of sex. It was all messy and wonderful, so wonderful, Sophie’s heart was full to bursting with the power of it.
