“No, I mean, I know it’s an important part of straight sex. So I try to make it enjoyable for myself. Just like I’m sure they do things they don’t necessarily like to me sometimes. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do for a partner? Make each other feel good?”
“Nope.” Riley sounds unyielding. Upon Charlotte’s incredulous look, she continues: “I’m serious. Just no. That’s not how things are supposed to work. Not in my book, anyway. Either both parties agree and everyone involved enjoys it, or it doesn’t happen. No matter how badly someone wants something. Making someone feel good only works if it makes you feel good, too.”
Charlotte looks at her like she just got slapped in the face. Riley’s words hit her right in her chest, and she swallows a few times to keep the emotion down. Why does this make her feel so… heard? Understood? Valid?
“Ever heard the phrase ‘consent is sexy’?” Riley asks.
“I guess, yeah.”
“That goes way deeper than just assuming someone likes something. And it’s really, really powerful. Consent is not just a nice thing to have. It is sexy.Enthusiasticconsent: out of this fucking world.”
There’s a passion in Riley’s demeanor that leaves Charlotte wanting to know more, so she fuels the discussion.
“I never said I did anything without my consent. I just said I’m not a fan of it.”
Riley chuckles dryly. “I truly hope that one day, you’ll allow me to show you what the difference is.”
“Why not do it now?” Charlotte taunts her. Riley seems to consider it for a moment, then licks her bottom lip and nods.
“Sure. Yeah. Okay.” She shifts her body into a more comfortable position, her brain visibly working overtime.
“Alright. I’ve got something. Example one. Let’s pretend you ask me to kiss you.”
Charlotte grins. “Fine. I’ll humor you.Please kiss me.”
Riley starts acting in a low, husky, and frankly comedic voice: “I’m not exactly a fan of kissing, but I’ll do anything to make you feel good.” Both of them snicker at her performance.
Shaking it off, Riley says: “Okay. Keep that one in mind, yeah? Up next, example two. Ask me again.”
“Riley, will you please kiss me?"
This time, Riley’s eyes grow darker and she chuckles warmly.
“You have no idea how badly I want that. The idea of your lips on mine drives me wild. I want it. I’d do anything to kiss you until you can't breathe,right, fucking, now.”
Charlotte’s blood drains from her face and drops down to her core, which instantly fires up. She knows it’s supposed to be an act, but shit...
“See my point? Enthusiastic consent is sexy.”
“I— yeah, I guess I see what you mean,” Charlotte murmurs, her voice hoarse. She sniffs to feign casualness, but when she squeezes her thighs together, she realizes how turned on she is. And she bets Riley knows it too.
“Your turn,” Charlotte quickly changes the topic. “What do you like?”
Riley smiles knowingly, warning Charlotte she should know what she signs up for. When Charlotte spurs her on with a lifted eyebrow, she shifts her body again, sprawling her legs out on the seat.
“I like the anticipation too,” Riley says, nodding at Charlotte to acknowledge the similarity. When she continues, she lets herself float and speaks up to the sky, carried away by her own fantasy. “But what I like most… is just the act of worshiping another body. The feeling I get when a woman surrenders herself to pleasure, trusting me to give it to her—that’s just unmatched. Makes me feel invincible.”
Shockingly enough, those words don’t exactly extinguish the raging wildfire between Charlotte’s legs. And Riley is not even done yet, because of course she’s not done yet. “I enjoy being touched too. I can besosensitive sometimes, when you play it right. I revel in the amount of want and need I can feel in my body. I like gettingdesperate for the touch of a hand, fingers, a mouth… Because when it’s finally given to me, it’s fireworks, Charlie.”
During the last few words, Riley sits back up and meets Charlotte’s gaze in a clear challenge. Her pupils are blown, and her shallow breathing matches Charlotte’s. Oh, this is definitely doing something for Riley too.
“One more thing,” Riley whispers. “I also like to be watched.”
Charlotte’s lips part and she can only stare, helplessly drawn to this beautiful woman, unable to move or make a sound.
“Would you like me to show you where I like to be touched?”
And Charlotte just nods.
