Author's note: If you haven't read the first chapter, a lot of things here won't make sense, so please do that first. This isn't a quick sex scene, but a long and elaborate romantic slow-burn with a lesbian theme. If that's not your jam, feel free to leave — no hard feelings.
This is the second and final chapter of this story. We continue right where we left off, and if the first four days between Kirsten and Erica got heated, then, uh, well, OK, I won't spoil it for you.
HOWEVER, as always, keep in mind that I like leaving something to the imagination too. If you've read some of my writing before, you know what to expect. If not, well, let's say that I like writing about the fun, titillating journey, not the final destination.
A huge thanks to my beta reader, THBGato, for spotting those naughty little typos and all the great feedback!
Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, all characters engaging in any sexual activity are above 18.
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London, Day 5
I checked my phone the moment I opened my eyes. No messages from Kirsten, yet. We were working from 'home' for the day, so it was bound to be a more relaxed atmosphere. No commute, no in-person meetings. I looked for a more casual outfit and then decided to torture her a bit more. After all, she'd promised to do
things
to me today. A tank top was a sign of good faith, right? And a pair of joggers.
I was the first one out of my room. Sari followed, and the way she barely glanced at me was hilarious.
"Good drinks, yesterday?" I teased her. We'd known each other for over a decade, but mostly online. It all started when we took a few online courses together at one point and remained friends since. Then we met a couple of times when she visited Tokyo and when I visited New York, and it was because of her that I ended up applying for a remote job in our company and had been working there for a few years.
She raised her eyebrows and quipped, "Good tennis match?" Ouch, touché. "Could you hear...?" She asked, with her back to me, rummaging for clean spoons in the drawer.
"The walls
are
paper thin."
"Well... I guess it'll be your turn soon, and I'll laugh about it then."
"I... I'm not..." I stumbled.
She glanced at the kitchen door. There was still no other sound coming from the rest of the apartment. "She's gaga over you. Give her a bit of time."
Oh, if only she knew. Well, I guess she knew part of it, but not all of it.
"What makes you think that?"
She shrugged. "Really, Erica?! She has barely even noticed that we're alive for the past few days. It's all you. She's practically eating you with her eyes any time you are or aren't looking at her. Not like you're any more subtle, either. But please tell me you noticed her."
I chuckled. "I kind of did." I sighed. "She's not gay, though."
"So fucking what?"
"I keep holding myself back. I can't... just ignore that. Or the fact that we go back to opposite ends of the earth when this is done."
She leaned on the counter as the coffee machine whirred to life. "You've been given a chance here, together, and you have a few months to make something work or not." The way she said that made me wonder if our presence here wasn't aleatory, if she hadn't actively picked me and Kirsten. "You don't see me dwell over that with Ben. I'm not going to ruin the best chance I get with him thinking about what may or may not happen in six months."
And with that, we heard a door open and footsteps coming our way. Ben showed up with a disheveled head and semi-open eyes. She went over and gave him a big kiss. I looked away.
"Oh, she knows," she laughed at his surprise and discomfort. Then she looked at me and pointed at him, "See, live in The Now." He still looked confused by everything. She smooched him quickly and said, conspiratorially, "I'm just telling her she should make a move on Kirsten."
"Isn't she straight?" He asked.
"On paper. But in reality, the only
straight
thing she's done since we got here is eye-fucking Erica's boobs for four days straight." Sari's honesty was a little jarring.
"They're good boobs," Ben grinned.
"Up here, Ben," I joked, and we all laughed.
We heard Kirsten's door open up and she appeared in the kitchen a few seconds later. Her eyes landed straight on me, well, on my tank top first, and Ben and Sari burst out laughing again.
She looked at them questioningly. I broke the awkwardness before they said anything distasteful.
"Tea, as always?"
And with that, we went back to our normal routine, drinking coffee and tea and preparing for the day ahead. Ben seemed a bit more intrigued by my interactions with Kirsten, though, and it took a few nudges from Sari to make him stop being as obvious as he was.
We took over the dining table with our laptops and chargers and gear. Kirsten sat opposite me. By my own account, she had glanced down at my chest in that revealing tank top over 45 times before 9AM.
So when I saw a message from her on my phone, I wasn't surprised. She had to say something.
"This is incredibly unfair,
babe
." The italics didn't escape my attention.
"What is unfair,
babe
?" Might as well lean into it.
"The tanks under your tank. You're flaunting."
I struggled to swallow my laugh. Ben and Sari shared knowing glances. Fuck me. Now I had other people to worry about too.
"It's only fair that I flaunt these."
"I won't let them distract me."
Ah, sweet innocence! Was that a challenge? I put my phone down, stretched myself back, putting my arms behind my head, and puffed my chest for a couple of seconds in her direction. Caution be damned. Her face went redder than the red tea cup she was drinking from. I relaxed and smirked.
She picked up her phone and sent, "I'm not winning this one, am I?"
"Just reminding you of your promise," I replied.
"I'm salivating already."
"If you're telling me about the wetness in your mouth, I'll tell you about the wetness between my legs."
She turned a crimson level of red and put her phone down.
