"So you miss her?" Erin sighed from the bed.
"No," I say, truthfully. "No, I don't miss her. I just miss..." I glanced at Erin, who was watching me with her sharp brown eyes, arms crossed over her chest. "Well, you know."
"No." Erin didn't take her eyes off me. I could see the curve of her lips, hinting that she was amused, and likely messing with me. "What do you miss, Robin?"
I glared at her, and rolled my eyes, and leaned against her bedroom door, mimicking her bravado. "You know."
She laughed, took a sip of her beer, and stood from the bed. I felt uneasy - I didn't want another relationship, not right now. With her long legs, Erin crossed the room, stopping too close for comfort.
I'll be honest; Erin was attractive. Two inches taller than me, with intense brown eyes and hair to match. Her jaw looked sharp, her chin too, like every part of her was cutting into me. I found myself staring at the scar above her left eye, which she claimed was from a hiking accident in the Rockies.
Not wanting to seem rude, I glanced away, and she chuckled. Erin pulled my own bottle from my shaking hand, abandoning our drinks to the nightstand.
She leaned closer, her hand on my shoulder, drawing me toward her. She stopped, lips close to my ear, and gently breathed on my neck with her warm breath. I pressed backward, holding my palms against the wall.
"Erin," I managed to whisper. "This isn't..."
"Do you miss fucking, Robin?" She cut me off, and my breath hitched. I felt her hand slide into my belt, pulling our waists together. "Do you miss feeling like this?" she asked, her knee pushing between my legs. She let her fingertips drag down my neck, collarbone, and rest on my shoulder again. I managed a weak swallow.
She pulled away, just enough for eye contact. She smirked, pleased with herself, and amused at my reaction. "Do you?"
I nodded, holding her stare. She leaned back to my ear, lowered, and dropped her voice. "I can give you what you're missing, Robin," she said, and I shuddered.
"Erin, we're friends," I protested, her knee wedging my legs further apart.
"Friend can have sex," she murmured, her hands finding the bottom of my shirt.
"I just got out of a relationship."
"I'll be your rebound."
I could already feel my resolve weakening as her palms pressed into my stomach, thumbs massaging my sides. Her lips were still near my ear, not touching me, but breathing hotly on my skin. I felt my shirt start to lift, and I tensed, still unsure. She noticed and stopped.
"If you didn't miss this, you would have stopped me by now," Erin said slowly, seriously. She pulled away, forcing me to look at her again. "Let me make you feel good, Robin."
I took a breath. "Okay."
Erin raised an eyebrow, smirking again. "Wonderful."
I didn't realize until then how much Erin had been holding back. She closed what distance was left between us, pressing me against the wall. Lips touched my throat, rough against my windpipe. She let one hand drop to my thigh, the other ran up my stomach, pressing me still further into the wall. I let my hands tangle in her hair. I craned my neck to let her kiss up my throat. I let her make me feel good.
Eventually, she carried me to her bed, taking the chance to squeeze my ass. She laid me down, and I hastily took off my shirt for her. She didn't waste a second, unhooking my bra and taking a nipple in her mouth. I moaned as her tongue touched me, very distracted as to where it would be later. I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer. She kissed down my stomach, hands already working on my belt. Her cold knuckles brushed my skin and I gasped.
She glanced up at me, amused. Holding my eyes, she let her fingers barely graze my stomach again. My stomach clenched, and I bit my lip to keep from making another sound.
"I like it when you moan for me," Erin teased and relentlessly dragged her knuckles up my stomach. I couldn't help the moan that slipped past my lips. Erin laughed and resumed kissing down my stomach.
She undid my belt, and slid off my jeans, along with my underwear. After a second I felt her cold fingertips on my clit, and my whole body stiffened. My shoulder blades arched as she increased her pace, keeping her pressure painfully light. My hips lifted, trying to push into her hand. In response, she took my hand in hers, leading us back down to my waist.
Her eyes caught mine, looking at me expectantly. My eyebrows knit in confusion, Erin just smiled and rolled her eyes. She leaned back over me, lips an inch from mine. She guided our hands further, finding my clit again.
"Show me how you want me to fuck you, Robin."
I gaped, shocked at her request. After a moment, I nodded, and Erin let her lips fall to my shoulder. I started rubbing myself, Erin's fingers tracing the same path mine had made. After she caught onto my rhythm, I put my hand over hers, showing her the pressure I needed. After letting me guide her a few moments more, she removed my hand and took over. She understood exactly what I wanted.
Another minute passed and I felt the pressure start to build. I moaned when I suddenly felt her tongue run the length of me. She did it again, slow but heavy, before lifting my leg to her shoulder. She increased her pace, still pushing her tongue hard against me. My legs started to shake, and my panting grew heavier. Fingers suddenly spread across my stomach, and Erin held her tongue flat against me as I came. I moaned again, enjoying the orgasm more as Erin continued licking me through my high. I settled while Erin finished up, and crawled to lay next to me, breathing just as heavy.
"Enjoy yourself?" Erin mused after a minute, still looking at the ceiling.
"Yeah," I laughed. "You?"
She tilted her to look at me and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, making a show of tasting me in her mouth. "Very much."
Before I could respond, she sat up, reaching toward her dresser.
"What are you doing?" I asked, propping myself on one arm.
