Debra had spentmost of the taxi ride home trying to make sense of the change in Billie. The woman she’d initially met last week—the one who’d made her feel wanted and alive—had been replaced by someone impossibly composed. Kind, still…professional, but distant in a way that made Debra’s chest ache.
It wasn’t that she’d expected another encounter like before. She hadn’t expected anything, not really. She’d only wanted to see her again, to hear her voice and know that what had happened on Wednesday hadn’t been a dream, but Billie had looked at her as though she was something fragile. God, she’d looked at Debra like something that needed to be carefully put back in its box.
Debra kicked off her heels and set her phone down on the kitchen island. She shouldn’t open the bottle of wine staring back at her from the adjacent counter, but something told her she was going to need it. Maybe Maeve would be around to chat. Even a phone call would suffice this evening.
As she considered calling, her phone chimed with a new email notification. More spam, more rubbish…until she lifted her phone and saw the subject line.
Brown & Co. – Order Update.
Her pulse spiked, but she didn’t know why. It was nothing more than a suit. Still, she clicked on it, hoping for something else.
Dear Ms Allen,
Thank you for visiting Brown & Co. today. Your bespoke suit is now in progress, and your final fitting appointment will be confirmed shortly. Any adjustments, should they be required, can be noted on the day.
Kind regards,
Billie Brown.
It was formal and not a single word more than necessary.
Debra read over the message again, perhaps hoping she could read between the lines, but there was nothing there. There was certainly no trace of the woman who had whispered in her ear and told her she was enough. Just…generic words.
She locked her phone and moved into the living room, glancing out of the window as she lowered herself to the couch.Wasn’t this what she’d wanted when she’d divorced Gerald? A clean ending. She’d gone in for a suit and walked out with something she hadn’t realised she’d needed. A reminder that she was still alive. Billie had given her that much, and maybe that was all she was supposed to take.
If that was true, why were her fingers drifting towards her phone next to her on the couch?
No. Leave it alone.
But her mind wouldn’t stop looping back. There was something about Billie that didn’t sit quite right with her. While she had been a little cooler today, Debra hadn’t imagined the way her hand had brushed her sleeve during the fitting. She hadn’t imagined the flicker of something unguarded in her eyes before she’d looked away. And she hadn’t imagined the unusual tension, as though Billie was holding herself together by sheer will.
Part of her wanted to believe shehadimagined it, but she couldn’t shake the feeling deep inside of her. Billie Brown was complex, anyone who had ever laid eyes on her could probably see that, but was that because she was protecting herself from something…or simply who she was?
She lay back on the couch and sighed. Maybe tomorrow she would pretend to get on with her life, but tonight…tonight she would admit the truth to herself. Billie had changed something in her, and no amount of silence could make her forget.
Debra smiled as she closed her eyes. Billie sat vividly in her mind, those deliciously dark eyes and those hands that were certainly of an expert level. And her mouth…God, her mouth was a revelation.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Her hand drifted down, slipping past the waistband of her pants. She wasn’t wearing underwear tonight; she hadn’t bothered this morning because she hadn’t known what would be in store for her at herappointment. She ghosted her fingers over her slick lips, moaning into the room. Every touch lingered on her skin, every whisper echoed in her mind, and as she rolled her fingertips over her swollen clit, she ached for something far more than her own hesitant strokes.
“God, Billie. Why won’t you touch me again?”
Closing her eyes, Debra allowed her memories with Billie to flood back.
Billie’s voice as she’d said, ‘Are you going to take it like a good girl?’, and Billie’s soft touches as they’d ignited her skin. Now, alone, Debra whispered it into the silence of the room and eased two fingers inside herself. Of course she imagined Billie’s fingers filling her instead. Hers would be firmer, more insistent…pinching her clit just enough to make her gasp.
“Fuck.” Debra’s hips lifted off the couch. “Y-yes.”
She added a third finger and stretched herself with a low moan. The slick sounds of her pussy filled the room, obscene and intimate, but it was all she could have right now. The reminder of Billie kneeling between her legs, spreading her wide, that delicious tongue lapping her up before sucking her clit into her mouth.
Debra gripped the edge of the couch, her nails digging into the fabric as she fucked herself faster, chasing that ghost of sensation. Her walls clenched, greedy and aching for the real thing, but she’d had her chance, and now she could only live with the memory.
She imagined Billie wearing a strap on this time, fucking her over any surface she could. Debra would lie back and take it, so long as she got the opportunity to look into those eyes as she came.
But then their standoffish meeting today replayed in her mind like a taunt. No invitation, no spark, just polite words and a gentle smile that left Debra burning for so much more. She’dwanted to beg Billie to touch her, but fear had kept her silent in that moment. Now, the fire was raging out of control.
She pressed the heel of her hand to her clit and whimpered, her body arching as pleasure coiled low in her belly. “Billie…”
In her mind, Billie was there, pushing her thighs apart, her fingers plunging deep while her mouth captured Debra’s in a bruising kiss. Then the fantasy shifted. Billie’s teeth grazing her nipple, twisting until Debra cried out, her pussy gushing around her slender fingers.
