“Hey,” Jess whispered, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey.”
“So I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
They looked at each other for a long few moments.
Then, Jess said quietly, “Tell me why not again.”
Sarah hesitated, then said, “You’ve got a girlfriend.”
“I do. But I’m in love with you, not her.”
Sarah’s breath caught…she’s in love with me? Did I hear that right?
“I’m straight,” Sarah managed to whisper.
A smile twitched across Jess’s lips. “No. No, you’re not.”
They looked at each other for a long, long few moments.
“No,” Sarah admitted eventually. “I’m not.”
“Good.” Jess looked at her for a moment longer, then she closed the distance and kissed her, hard.
The Aftermath
Present Day
Sarah
London
“Excuse me, but what's going on?”
They both reacted nearly instantly, Amy lurching away from Sarah mid-climax, Sarah rolling off to the side, but Sarah knew right away that they were busted. She recognised James from the screensaver on Amy’s phone and, as her mind refocused from what her and Amy had just been doing, she realised that it couldn’t plausibly have been anyone else… this was Amy and James’s flat after all.
Perhaps unsurprisingly James barely paid any attention to Sarah, his focus entirely on Amy who was now kneeling on the bed, still naked, looking at him with an unfathomable expression. Amy was out of breath from her interrupted climax and her body still showed the signs, the flushed and sweaty upper chest and neck, the slight shudder that ran throughher making her close her eyes momentarily, the slightly wild, unfocused look in her eyes.
Oh my God she looks hot right now, Sarah thought, before stopping that line of thinking in its tracks. This was a situation that could turn bad, and quickly. While her instinct was to get out of there as quickly as she could, even more important was making certain that Amy was safe first. She was sure that James was a complete gentleman but the sight of his girlfriend naked, being pleasured by another woman, well… you never know how people will react to something like that.
"You're not supposed to be here," came out of Amy's mouth, and Sarah could see that Amy regretted her choice of words the moment she said it. Amy was flustered and Sarah knew that Amy needed to keep calm, but there was nothing that Sarah could do to tell her that.
"Clearly," came James' reply. "I think we need to talk."
Sarah suddenly became aware of her own nudity but there was nothing she could do in the short term. She had no clothes anywhere to hand, they were all spread across the living room wherever Amy had discarded them earlier, other than her boots in the doorway which weren’t much use on their own. The only cover was on the bed… and climbing under the covers would be just about the most passive-aggressive thing she could do in the circumstances. So instead she just sat up, using her hands to protect her modesty as best she could, praying that there would be a way to get dressed soon.
James and Amy stared at each other for a few moments longer, something unspoken passing between them, and then James stalked out of the room.
Sarah watched Amy pull on the first clothes that came to hand and start to hurry after James.
“My clothes?” Sarah whispered, as loudly as she dared.
Amy stopped and looked at Sarah in surprise, as if she’d forgotten that Sarah was even there. “Of course, wait here,” she replied eventually. She left the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.
Sarah lay back on the bed, her head spinning. This was not what she’d expected from what had been intended as lunch with a friend… not in the slightest. She sighed and forced the self-analysis out of her mind.Introspection can wait. Right now, check Amy is ok and then get very quickly out of the way.
