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  “By now you should know I'm not like other women, Deb. Is it all right if I call you that?” Bridgette asked as she pulled out the various food items they'd have for lunch.

  “I don't mind.” Deborah responded, and as she walked past Bridgette to go over the refrigerator, she stopped and gave Bridgette's cheek a soft caress with her knuckles. “And I do see you're not like other women, at least the ones I know. Thanks…for being my friend.”

  “You'd better think of me as a friend.” Bridgette said and began setting the table.

  Deborah almost kissed her, but opened the refrigerator instead, closing her eyes and allowing the cool, crisp air to rush over her face. When she glanced down at her chest, she softly cursed upon seeing her nipples where hard. It wasn't from the refrigerator but something else—most likely the look of desire in Bridgette's eyes. Deborah had noticed it the moment she walked in the house: a look she couldn't get enough of and wanted to see as she lay on top of her, naked and spent from their lovemaking.

  * * * *

  They ate and talked about her situation. When their sandwiches and chips were devoured, their conversation led to simpler things, such as when Deborah would begin painting the rooms in her house.

  “I was going to start my painting project, but then I decided to leave town.” Deborah pushed back the bangs that had fallen over her forehead. “I want to do the kitchen, then the bathroom. I'm also thinking my bedroom, but I'm not sure now if the color will work.”

  Bridgette tapped her fingers on top of the table. Deborah found this habit—her quirk—cute. She almost grabbed hold of Bridgette's hand, but held back. She was so confused about what she felt for Bridgette. The one thing they still needed to discuss was the night she'd accused Bridgette of rape. At one point they'd have to talk about it, to clear the air.

  “Would you like a second opinion? I can check out your bedroom and tell you if the paint is the right color,” Bridgette offered as she stood.

  “Sure. I'd appreciate your opinion.” Deborah led the way.

  As they reached the landing, a loud sound of thunder erupted around them. Deborah flinched and glanced back at Bridgette. “I hate these sudden summer storms.”

  “I don't mind them. I think they're sexy.” Bridgette replied and rubbed Deborah's arm as they went into her bedroom.

  “You're sure you don't want to check on Rotquel? Don't dogs get upset by thunder and lightning?” Deborah walked over to the open window and watched the trees and power lines sway from the blustery wind. A flash of lightning appeared overhead and the greenish-gray clouds in the sky churned. A few drops of rain came down, and when Bridgette stood next to her, it started to pour.

  “Rotquel will be okay. She usually naps this time of day.” Bridgette bounced on her feet. “I love this…wildness.”

  “A storm like this makes you want to be wild?” Deborah lightly joked and rested her cheek against the window pane as the rain soaked the ground. It slashed down sideways and hit her in the face, cooling her off even more.

  Bridgette's arms came around her and she rested her chin against her upper arm. “Yes, it does. I always had a fantasy of making love outside in the rain.”

  Me too. Deborah turned her face down to Bridgette, who looked up at her. “What other naughty fantasies do you have, Ridge?” Deborah twisted one of her bouncy curls around her fingers.

  “You and I making love in your bed over there, feeling your body on top of mine as I make you come,” Bridgette whispered and placed her lips over Deborah's.

  The soft pull of Bridgette's mouth against hers made her nipples tighten even more and her inner thighs throb. How could she want Bridgette this way when she had so many issues to still work out?

  She broke the kiss and moved away until she sat down on the bed. She looked down at her hands and shook her head in despair. “Bridgette, I-I'm broken inside. The night we were together and almost made love should prove to you no good can come of us being together. What if—”

  “Shh.” Bridgette placed the pad of her finger over Deborah's mouth and knelt down in front of her.

  “I can't help but want you, to be with you. And it looks like you want the same thing,” she said and moved in closer to cup Deborah's face.

  Deborah twisted her head away. “You don't understand. I don't want you to think I'm using you as a rebound. My feelings for Gen are still here.” Deborah covered her heart. “I have so much to work through before I can jump head first into another relationship.”

  Bridgette nodded and rested her palms up on Deborah's knees. Deborah placed her palms on top of hers and wiped her cheek against her shoulder were a tear had escaped her eye.

  “I want to help you get over whatever you need to get through.”

  “With sex?” Deborah joked and jumped when another boom of thunder went off.

  “Why not?” Bridgette asked and moved her face in close until their noses brushed. “Kissing and touching can be the best medicine.”

  “That's a line if I ever heard one.” Deborah lifted an eyebrow and leaned back on her elbows.

  “Better than talking about paint and a woman who never deserved you to begin with.”

  Deborah opened her mouth to argue when Bridgette pushed her down and straddled her. She went still as Bridgette licked her lips. Before her eyes, Bridgette pulled off her own tank top. She wore no bra since her top had a built-in one. Deborah's mouth started to water. Bridgette's nipples were large and full, a dark cherry shade that had her longing to lick and roll with her fingers.

  “Oops, sorry.” Bridgette climbed off of her and lay on her side. Deborah moaned from her loss.

  “Why'd you get off of me?” Deborah asked and turned, facing Bridgette, bringing her hands under her chin so she wouldn't grab hold of Bridgette's breasts.

  “I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable since you told me you were always the bottom and never the top.” Bridgette lay on her back and lifted her arms over her head. “I'm offering myself to you, for you to do whatever you want to me.”

  “This is your form of therapy?” Deborah asked, dumbstruck, and lifted up on her elbow.

  “Yes.” Bridgette linked her fingers together and arched her back. “And if you want to tie me up, go ahead.”

  “Um.” Deborah sat up and wiped her face with her palms. Her hands shook and her mouth was dry.

  “Deb?” Bridgette asked, and when her hand touched Deborah's knee, Deborah released a groan and rolled over to cover Bridgette's body.

  She ate away at Bridgette's lips, licking and nipping as Bridgette chuckled. Deborah lost herself in the kiss, rubbing her hips against Bridgette's, longing to feel their naked bodies against one another.

  “I need you so badly,” Deborah said and moved her face down to lick Bridgette's throat.

  “Take me, then. I'm yours,” Bridgette replied in a husky whisper and gasped as Deborah sucked down on her right nipple.

  Deborah pinched and pulled on Bridgette's hard nips, her skin so soft and smooth. She unzipped Bridgette's shorts, sliding her hand over her mound, pleasantly surprised to not feel any underwear.

  “You don't wear any panties or thongs?” Deborah asked as she moved her mouth around Bridgette's breast.

  “No. Another quirk of mine.” Bridgette moaned, her hand landing on Deborah's head.

  Deborah grabbed hold of Bridgette's hand. “Wrap your hands around the headboard and don't move them. If you do, I'll tie them to it.”

  “Make me,” Bridgette said, and put not only one, but both hands in Deborah's hair.

  “Okay, you asked for it.” Deborah climbed off the bed and walked over to the dresser, where she found a white scarf. When she turned back to Bridgette, her eyes went wide. Bridgette had totally disrobed. Her legs were spread wide, where Deborah could see her pink, distended pussy covered by a light patch of red hair.

  “You wax?” Deborah asked in wonder as she began pulling off her own clothes.

  “A few days ago,” Bridgette said with a bit of s
ass in her voice and put her hand in between her legs. Her fingers spread apart her pussy lips and her thumb moved over her clit that Deborah couldn't wait to feel against her tongue.

  “Now you're going to get it,” Deborah warned and straddled Bridgette much like Bridgette did to her only a moment ago. Deborah took Bridgette's wrists and rested them against the headboard. Bridgette tugged playfully against Deborah's hold, shrieking and crying—pretend fighting, as if Deborah was going to force her to do something she didn't want to do.

  “You're a big bully, Deborah!” Bridgette said in a high-pitched voice.

  Deborah silenced her by giving her a hard kiss.

  Both kissed with passion, and when Bridgette's arms went lax, Deborah rested them back against the headboard and tied her arms around each end. She broke the kiss to check her knots.

  “Not too tight?” she asked, released a moan when Bridgette lifted her face and latched onto her breast with her mouth.

  “I take it that's a yes?” Deborah asked huskily and pressed down into Bridgette's mouth. Her inner core clenched from the tugging Bridgette's teeth on her sensitive flesh. She rubbed her pussy against Bridgette's already wet one, the need inside her growing to a feverish pitch.

  Bridgette finished her sucking and lay back, out of breath. “Move your twat over my face where I can eat you out.”

  “Such shocking language from a schoolteacher,” Deborah said in mock disgust and grabbed hold of Bridgette's face and kissed her.

  Their tongues rolled around until both were panting for air. Deborah rocked back and forth as Bridgette's knees lifted up and cradled her hips.

  “Deborah, let me taste you.” Bridgette begged and pulled on her bonds. Deborah waited for Bridgette to break them, but they never did.

  “All right, Miss Impatient.” Deborah circled her fingers around the edges of Bridgette's nipples. Her own grew even more pointed for what she had planned in the next few minutes.

  Bridgette's body trembled under her as Deborah turned, her ass facing Bridgette, much like she was ready to do the reverse cowgirl position. She bent down so her face hovered over Bridgette's pussy. She wiggled her hips until her ass cheek touched Bridgette's chin.

  “Are you fine with this?” Deborah asked, looking over her shoulder at Bridgette.

  “Yes.” Bridgette's tongue flicked out across one of her cheeks, Deborah bit down on her lips hard. She squirmed, moving in closer and spread her legs. When Bridgette's mouth covered her pussy, she sobbed and mouthed Bridgette's wet mound, sucking deeply.

  It had been way too long since she'd tasted a women's pussy, and her come dripped as she grew excited. She licked over Bridgette's moist, fleshy lips. Deborah's face was drenched, her nose filling with Bridgette's come. She sniffed in deeply, almost climaxing from the juices flowing down her throat. Bridgette lapped away at her core and she grinded her cunt against Deborah's mouth slowly. Grunts and sighs came from behind her as she located Bridgette's clit with her finger and swirled over the hard button.

  “Dear Lord in heaven and all the angels above!” Bridgette screeched against Deborah's ass and exhaled loudly. Deborah shivered and she stopped eating out Bridgette to catch her breath.

  Her entire body went stiff when something wet and soft slipped inside her ass crack. She bit down on her lip and jumped from the slippery erotic intrusion. It had to be Bridgette's tongue rimming her ass.

  “Oh Bridgette,” Deborah sighed and pulled her lover's legs farther apart to make her come. She reached in between Bridgette's legs and scraped her short nails over the inside of her thighs, enjoying the goose bumps rising over her skin. A drizzle of Bridgette's juices coated her fingers and she dipped her head back down to lick the fluid away.

  When Bridgette's entire body stiffened and she cried out loudly, Deborah closed her eyes and allowed her release to overtake her. She panted against Bridgette's waxed, somewhat bristly puss and fell to the side and off of Bridgette so as not to crush her.

  A crack of lightning lit up the room as Deborah wheezed loudly. She rolled onto her back, her legs and feet near Bridgette's face as Bridgette's chest rose up and down from her harsh breathing. Her eyes were closed and her face was damp with her sweat.

  “Bridgette?” Deborah asked in a hush whisper and knelt beside her. She untied her arms and rubbed her muscles.

  “Hm, that's nice.” Bridgette's eyes flickered open and she yawned loudly.

  “You came.” Deborah didn't form it as a question.

  “You did also.” Bridgette smacked her lips and grimaced.

  “The bathroom is down the hall,” Deborah said and sat, glancing down at her lap.

  The bed shook as Bridgette climbed off. When a hand landed on her shoulder, she lifted her head. Bridgette's face was within kissing distance and she leaned forward, but Bridgette rested a finger over her lips.

  “Hold that thought.” Bridgette ruffled her hair and left the room.

  Deborah lay down and closed her eyes. She couldn't move even if she wanted to, and she lightly dozed as the rain and thunder went on around her. Her whole body hummed and she couldn't stop smiling as she licked her lips drying with Bridgette's release. When the bed dipped down, she turned on her back. Bridgette sat holding a glass of water.

  “Here, drink this,” she offered.

  Deborah took the glass and drank it down. She handed it over to Bridgette and rubbed her eyes. She could barely keep them open. This was a first for her. Sex usually made her tense and edgy. Or had when she was with—

  “Feeling okay?” Bridgette brushed the hair away from her forehead and moved around until she was curved behind her.

  “Yes. That was…amazing,” Deborah admitted in surprise and nestled down when Bridgette tucked her knees behind hers and rested her arm on her hip.

  “I know it was. I'm good,” Bridgette said close to her ear. Deborah snorted and took Bridgette's hand in hers.

  “Stay with me for a while?” Deborah asked and squeezed Bridgette's fingers.

  “You can bet I will. I'm not going anywhere. I'll watch over you while you sleep, sweet Deborah.”

  Deborah smiled softly and drifted away, feeling safe in Bridgette's protected embrace as her mouth rubbed gently over the nape of her neck.

  * * * *

  Bridgette waited until Deborah fell into a deep sleep before she got up from the bed. The storm had lessened to a drizzle and the room had become cool enough that she arranged the sheet over Deborah. Placing a soft kiss on her brow, Bridgette got dressed and went back over to her house. She checked in on Rotquel, who waited by the front door, and took her outside in the backyard to relieve herself while she grabbed her pencils and drawing pad. When Rotquel finished, and she gave her food in her bowl, she went back over to her Deborah.

  Instead of joining her dozing lover in bed, she sat at the window seat next to the lamp she turned on, and watched Deborah, who slept on her side, facing her.

  Bridgette was struck by how beautiful and peaceful Deborah looked in the muted darkness of the bedroom as the late afternoon fell into evening. The sheet had fallen around her hips where her breasts were on display, her nipples now flat and dormant, along with her feet peeking out. Bridgette would've pulled the sheet off Deborah, but didn't want to disturb her. She placed her drawing pad over her lap and starting tracing an outline that would eventually become a figure.

  Bridgette lost herself in her drawing, and Deborah, who remained asleep until she moved on her stomach and hid her face into the pillow. She moaned and her leg twitched. Bridgette put the pad down at the exact same time Deborah cried out and sat up, shaking and covering her mouth.

  “Deb, what is it?” Bridgette sat on the bed and pulled her into her arms.

  Deborah hid her face in the crook of Bridgette's neck. She sniffed loudly and groaned. Bridgette cupped the back of her head and rocked her until Deborah came fully awake.

  Finally Deborah lifted her head up but kept her arms around Bridgette's hips. She leaned back against the headboard
and caressed the side of Deborah's face with her finger. Deborah grabbed hold of her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.

  “I had a nightmare. It's the same one I have most nights, where some shadow comes out of nowhere and slashes my throat.” Deborah covered her own throat and her lips trembled. “The last thing I remember before I wake up crying is my head being cut off my body.”

  “Maybe your fears are entering your dreams. Did you have these nightmares back in Nevada?” Bridgette asked.

  Deborah pulled away and sat up. She combed her fingers through her hair. “Never. I barely dreamed at all. I usually passed out exhausted afterward.”

  Bridgette stopped from laughing over the noticeable blush staining Deborah's cheeks. Sex never made her tired, but quite the opposite. A short sting in the middle of her chest made her grimace. Knowing Deborah's psycho wife had given her such pleasure to the point Deborah passed out made her less than happy—perhaps even jealous.

  “I guess I'll have to try harder to make sure you're too tired from all the orgasms I give you that you won't be able to dream,” Bridgette said lightly and ignored the tightening in her chest. She took hold of Deborah's chin in a light grasp and kissed her. Deborah's lips moved slowly against her own. Bridgette lay on the bed and, still kissing Deborah, pulled her down next to her. Deborah broke the kiss and rested her cheek on her shoulder.

  “How long have I been sleeping?”

  “A few hours,” Bridgette replied, kissing Deborah's forehead.

  Deborah exhaled softly and laid her hand flat over Bridgette's breast. Bridgette's body started to respond to Deborah's seemingly innocent touch, when Deborah lifted her head and squinted her red-rimmed eyes.

  “Is that your drawing pad next to the window?”

  Bridgette nodded. “Yup. I couldn't sleep and went back over to my house to get my pad and pencils. I drew you while you slept.”

  Deborah tilted her face down and hid under Bridgette's arm. “You drew me drooling and snoring?”

  A loud laugh escaped Bridgette's mouth and she turned on her side. Deborah did the same and tangled their legs together.