Be safe, take care, see you soon xx
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From: Charlotte Norwich
To: Riley Amezcua
April 28th, 2026
10:11 PM
Ri,
It scares the absolute fuck out of me, but I’m really, really looking forward to being near you again.
See you in a few days.
xx
8
The hot Mexican sun makes Charlotte’s cheeks flush. She sits back on the lounger on the balcony of her hotel room, closes the lid of her sunscreen, and puts her sunglasses on.
It’s been two days since she, Gabi, and Lou have arrived, and apart from dealing with her friends’ sickening smooching and generally being all lovey-dovey the entire time, it has been nothing but relaxing.
She’d put in some extra hours at work so that she could actually take two full weeks off without having to think about work or any errands she should be running. Now her biggest concern in the morning is which swimsuit to wear that day, and her biggest concern in the afternoon is whether it's time to reapply her sunscreen. She can definitely get used to this. Sure, there’s a wedding coming up, but there’s plenty of time to chill.
She crosses one leg and picks up her e-reader from the side table. She smirks as she clicks it on and it shows her the page where she’d left off: it’s the lead up to a pretty spicy chapter.
Riley had recommended this book to her during one of their Zoom calls, and to her own surprise, she quite likes it so far. She realizes it’s actually been a very thoughtful suggestion, as it introduces her to some pretty detailed woman-on-woman intimacy without having to participate herself.
Riley had scoffed when Charlotte had initially asked her why she wouldn’t just send her a link to her favorite lesbian porn video.
“You shouldn’t watch it, you should read it,” Riley had said. “You’d be surprised what happens when your own fantasy fills in the gaps.”
And so Charlotte had downloaded her suggestion and had started reading. Reluctantly at first, but after just two chapters the sexual tension between the two women in the story got so intense, she hadn’t been able to put it down. It almost got her into trouble when she’d read through the first sex scene on the plane, tactically angling the screen away from Gabi’s prying eyes. She had been able to imagine everything so vividly that when one of the characters in the book had started begging the other to'please fuck her already,'Charlotte’s face got bright red and she’d knitted her brows, her eyes almost rolling back in their sockets.
The steaminess of it had manifested as an uncomfortable flash of heat, so she’d turned it off to quickly take a few large gulps from her water bottle. Gabi, upon noticing her discomfort, had slowly faced her to ask if everything was alright. Luckily she’d been ableto save herself by shrugging it off (“Just a hot flash!”) and when Gabi had asked her what book she was reading immediately after, she’d been able to convince her it was an educational paper on the psychology behind aircraft safety procedures.
Nearing the end of the book now, she actually finds it exhilarating to read it in public. Nobody’s able to tell she’s reading an erotic novel—oh, who’s she kidding? It’sporn—so it feels like her own dirty little secret. And sometimes, the idea that Riley has read all of this too, adds a little extra something to the good parts.
As she’s approaching one of those good parts, she gets abruptly torn away from the story by a loud whistle from somewhere below her balcony. Have they picked an adult-only hotel for nothing?
Slightly irritated, she tries to focus back on the story, wherein one of the two women is very, very close to reaching an explosive orgasm.
Then, she hears the whistle again. Louder this time.
She throws her legs to the side and springs up from the lounger to glare down over the railing of the balcony. Her heart leaps—actually leaps—at the sight of a gleefully waving Riley.
“Hey hot stuff!” Riley yells up at her. Her right hand is still on the handle of her suitcase, and her left hand lands on the stylish sun hat on her head. She’s wearing sunglasses too, but they do nothing to hide the radiating smile on her face.
Charlotte feels her entire body starting to buzz. It's like being tickled from the inside, and it makes her grin. She pulls her own sunglasses down to the tip of her nose, looking down at Riley over the rim.
“Why the hell are you in sweatpants?” she shouts down. Riley looks down at her own body like she has no idea what she’s wearing.
“Oh come on, I literally just got off the plane!” she shouts back. “No need to start judging me already. I’m gonna check in and I’ll go change!”
“You better!”
