"I think I want to fuck Brit," she said, suddenly, almost in a whisper, as if the entire world might hear.
There was no response from the near-darkness save the ticking of the clock and the slow, steady breathing of her fiancé.
"Hey," she poked the body next to her in bed, "are you awake?"
"Mmmm," it said.
"Ben, are you awake?"
She poked him again.
He yawned.
"I am now," he said.
He lifted his head off the pillow and glanced at his alarm clock -- 2:58am.
"What's wrong?" he asked, turning his head to look toward her.
He could see her head and shoulders outlined by the soft, red glow of the digital numbers on her alarm clock.
"Nothing's wrong," she said, quietly.
"Gaby, you've been saying nothing's wrong for three days now," he said.
She set her jaw, took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds.
"I think I want to fuck Brit," she repeated.
The statement hung in the air.
"Is that all?" he asked. "I thought it was something serious."
He let his head drop back onto the pillow.
Gaby reached over and punched him in the shoulder.
He let out a long sigh and lifted his head again.
"I am serious," she said.
"Brit who?" he asked, still clearing the cobwebs of REM sleep from his mind.
"Brit, Brit...from my school."
"The cleaning gel?" he asked, horribly mimicking Brit's Liverpool accent.
"Yes."
He turned his body to face her, as she switched on the small lamp on her nightstand.
"You think you want to have sex with her, or you want to have sex with her?" he asked.
"I want to."
"And, when did you come to this conclusion?"
"Friday," Gaby answered, "while she was here cleaning."
"Did you say anything to her?"
"Oh, God no!" she said. "I couldn't...I..."
"So, you want to have sex with one of your former, and possibly future, students, who comes to clean our apartment?" he asked quietly.
"Yes."
"She's, like, 16," he said.
"She's 21...I teach college, you idiot," she retorted.
"Oh, yeah, I forget sometimes," he said, letting out a short laugh, "especially when I help you grade essays and tests."
"You know, you're a real shit sometimes," she hissed.
"Yeah, it must have something to do with being awakened in the middle of the night," he said.
She simply looked at him.
"Well," he continued, "what brought this on?"
"I've always found her attractive...I mean...don't you think she's attractive?" she asked.
"Ummm, on the advice of legal counsel, I must refuse to answer any questions regarding the 'hotness or notness' of other women while lying in bed with my fiancé," he answered.
"You're an ass!" she said.
"No, I'm a careful man, who deeply, deeply cares for his future wife," he said, with a smirk.
Gaby gave him an exaggerated eye-roll at that.
"I've seen you stare at her," Gaby said.
"I don't 'stare'," he said. "I glance, briefly, and appreciate."
He received another eye-roll in response.
"OK...yes, I do think she's very attractive," he said, after a few moments. "She's young and firm. She has a very pretty face, those big, brown, doe eyes, and..."
"OK," Gaby said.
"...Nice legs, and a terrific as..."
She punched his shoulder again.
"Ouch."
"I get it," she said. "Of course, having a pair of 32 double Ds doesn't hurt either, huh?"
"Well," Ben said, "there's that too...or those two."
They fell silent for a few moments.
"So," Ben began again, "what happened on Friday?"
"I was in the kitchen while she was cleaning," Gaby started.
She paused for a few moments, before continuing.
"I was wearing low-riders and a short t-shirt, and she noticed my cross," she said, referring to the tattoo of a Spanish-style cross on her lower back, just above the crack of her ass. "Brit asked if she could look at it up close, and I let her."
He watched as she licked her lips nervously.
"She put her fingers on my back and slowly traced over the tat," Gaby said. "When she touched me, I felt electricity shoot through my body...like I haven't felt in a very long time."
"Wow," Ben said, "doesn't that make me feel special."
Gaby momentarily ignored his comment and continued.
"She asked if I wanted to see her 'tramp stamp'," Gaby said. "And, at that moment, there was nothing in the world I wanted more."
"And?" Ben asked, quietly.
"When she leaned up against the counter, lifted her shirt and pushed her shorts down enough that I could see it all...I swear, I almost came," she said. "When my fingers touched her skin, I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her into me."
Ben cleared his suddenly dry throat.
"I've only caught glimpses of it," he said. "What is it?"
"Is says, 'Rule, Britannia!' with an outline of Great Britain underneath. And, below that, the words, '...this Earth, this realm, this England'," she said.
"You're kidding," Ben said.
"I swear," she said, with a grin that wrinkled her nose.
"That quote, it's from..." he began.
"Yep, Shakespeare...Richard II," she giggled.
"That's got to be the strangest 'tramp stamp' I've ever heard of," he said with a chuckle.
"Well, Benjamin," Gabrielle began, "her full first name is Britannia."
"Huh, I always figured it was Britney, or Brittany, or something like that," Ben said.
"I guess she figured that it all just fit together," Gaby said.
"And the Shakespeare?" Ben asked.
"She said it reminds her of home," Gaby said.
Ben nodded and thought for a few moments.
"So, what's the plan?" he asked.
"As long as you're OK with it, I'll talk to her the next time I see her, and find out if she's interested in joining us," Gaby answered.
"I don't know how wise it is to get involved with one of your students, but other than that I'm fine with it," Ben said.
"She's past the age of consent, and she's not a current student," Gaby told him. "Plus, we're not going to 'get involved,' we're just going to fuck!"
"God, you're such a Romantic, aren't you, Gaby?" Ben said, and laughed.
"You know, I'm beginning to re-think asking her to join us," she said. "Maybe Brit has a boyfriend who could take the place of my wise-ass fiancé."
"Ouch," Ben said, feigning pain in his voice.
He turned away from her, pretending to be hurt by her threat.
"Oh, don't be like that," Gaby said, laughing.
"You're the dick I want, Ben," she said.
"Ummm, thanks...I think," he said.
"I mean, you're the only man I want...and your little guy is..."
"Little?!" he said, turning his head slightly.
"I didn't mean 'little'," she said. "It's a nice size."
"Oh, man! I think I'm gonna go sleep on the couch," he said.
She turned off the light and snuggled under the covers.
"Cut it out and come here," she said, as she turned her back to him and dropped her head to the pillow.
He turned over, moved his body against hers, and softly kissed her shoulder.
"They are huge though," she said, with a laugh. "They make mine look like innies."
"Oh, don't worry, Babe," Ben whispered, as he slid his hands around her body to caress her B-cup breasts, "yours are a nice size."
She elbowed him in the ribs.
"Oof," he exhaled.
For a few minutes, they whispered to each other in the dark, then fell asleep together.
The following Friday, anticipating Brit's arrival, Gaby took a long, hot bath. Her mind lingered on Brit and she enjoyed two self-induced orgasms at the thought of what might be.
She pulled back her long, dark brown hair into a ponytail. She dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a white t-shirt, the latter she knotted at her waist, leaving a peek of skin around her middle. She wore no shoes to enhance her 5'2" height.
Brit arrived just after 3:00. Her ample, 5'7" frame was clothed in a pair of low-rise blue jeans, a tight red t-shirt which barely fell to the top of her jeans, and white tennis shoes. Her straight, dirty-blonde hair was also pulled into a ponytail, which fell to the middle of her back.
Gaby couldn't believe how nervous she felt. It had been years since she'd had butterflies in her stomach over someone -- not since she'd first begun dating Ben, in fact. As she opened the door for Brit, she was absolutely giddy.
They greeted each other, as always, by hugging. As their bodies touched, Gaby felt the same electricity she'd felt the previous week.
Gaby immediately became self-conscious that she'd held Brit too long.
Did she notice? Would she react? Gaby wondered.
She forced herself to release Brit, and tried to act casually.
They spoke for a few minutes about events at school, all the time Gaby wanted only to touch Brit again.
"Well, Brit asked, finally, "where should I start this week?"
Gaby fought the urge to respond with her true thoughts.
"You can start in Ben's office, if you like," she managed to say.
"Oh, he's not working in there today?" Brit asked.
Gaby explained the Ben was away on a project and wouldn't return until the next day.
Brit seemed a bit disappointed. Or, maybe it was Gaby's imagination.
She'd suspected that Brit had a bit of a crush on Ben -- not that Gaby was jealous. Brit just seemed to laugh more, smile more, and bounce more when Ben was around.
Brit moved around the apartment, cleaning -- they only had her do the dusting, vacuuming, and the bathroom. In truth, there wasn't much for her to do. Like many people who hire a cleaning service, they usually cleaned their own place before the service arrived.
Gaby sat on the couch in the living room and pretended to grade papers. In reality, she watched Brit's body as she bent and stretched while cleaning.
Only 21, she had a curvy, womanly body, with just a hint of baby fat -- Gaby felt sure that if she opened a dictionary to the word "voluptuous," Brit's picture would be displayed as the definition. Her cherubic face held deep, brown eyes, and pink lips Gaby was sure she could kiss for days without tiring of doing so.
Brit did not possess the pale, pasty complexion so prevalent amongst the English. She'd clearly gotten some sun during her three years in America.
Gaby could feel the wetness growing between her legs as she watched Brit move. Several times, she caught sight of Brit's panties rising above the top of her jeans. She felt as if her heart stopped each time she glimpsed the white fabric.
It took less than 90 minutes for Brit to complete her work. As she prepared to leave, Gaby asked Brit to join her on the couch.
