I'm editing some stuff when my phone whistles at me. I pick it up and I'm bummed when it isn't Maggie. I saw her less than 12 hours ago, so I can't be too upset. I blush thinking about all the time Maggie and I have spent together over the past week.
The movie theater, the beach, the fitting room, my car, Ethan's couch... we're like teenagers. We can't keep our hands off of each other and nobody even knows. Ethan almost caught us, and Regina makes jokes, but we're the only two who know what we're really doing.
She doesn't care if people see us, but for some reason I do. I'm not gay, and aside from a few drunken kisses with girlfriends in college, I'm pretty used to guys only. There's just something about Maggie. She always says what's on her mind. She's always so clever and savvy and I admire it. She started working as a shot girl down by Venice Beach, but she's been accompanying me to a lot of shoots.
She loves film like I do, and capturing beautiful things on it. She convinced me to record us the other night. I've never been a huge fan of my naked body, but she makes me feel flawless. We set up my camera in front of Ethan's couch and ravaged each other. When we watched the footage later, seeing her mouth all over my thighs and pussy made me need it from her again. She was very happy to oblige.
I decide that I'm not going to get anymore work done for now and my phone rings almost on cue.
"Oh, you're alive," Regina says dryly when I answer.
"Hey, girl, hey," I smile.
"What are you doing tonight?" she asks with a snarky tone.
"I don't really have any plans,"
"No Maggie tonight?"
I frown, "No Maggie tonight,"
"Meet me at BLD then!"
I agree to meet her there and we get a table outside.
"You know, Ethan is a really nice guy. And I think he likes you," she says between bites.
"He's just so not my type. He was on his phone throughout dinner and he even gave me the finger at one point,"
Her eyes widen, "He gave you the finger?"
"He didn't flip me the bird. He gave me the 'one-minute' finger. I hate that. What about you and that guy, Dylan?" I try to change the subject.
"He's sweet,"
"And rich," I smile.
"He does have money," she flashes me a diamond tennis bracelet.
"Oh my god! G, you guys have been out like... 4 times!"
"I know! He took me for a walk yesterday and gave it to me then," she admires the diamonds in the fading sunlight.
"As long as he treats you right..."
"Ew, that's such a cliché friend thing to say," she sticks her tongue out.
"Regina, you're a beautiful woman. You're smart and talented and any guy would be lucky to have you. I just wanna make sure you don't move too quickly,"
She smiles at me and touches my hand, "I can take care of myself. We need to get you set up though. Go out with Ethan one more time. One more shot. He's mellowed out a lot since college and he makes a shitload of money. He could take care of you..."
I'm annoyed that she can take care of herself but I apparently can't, but I don't say anything. I head home to finish editing a project. I'm about finished when my buzzer scares the shit out of me.
It's nearly 3 in the morning.
"Hello?"
"Let me up!" a giggle comes through the speaker.
I run to the window and see Maggie standing outside. I buzz her up and when I open the door she's posing.
"Like my uniform?"
She's wearing her shot girl outfit. It's a very small dress that barely covers her butt and sky-high heels.
I laugh, "There's not much to it, but yes, I like it very much."
I invite her in and we sit on my couch. Before I can say a word she is on top of me. Her hands make fists in my hair and she's kissing my neck and jaw.
"I haven't showered since yesterday in the morning..." I pant.
She licks up my jaw line to my earlobe and bites down then whispers, "You're delicious," and continues her attack.
She's kissing and licking everywhere but my lips. Before I know it, my shirt and shorts are long gone, strewn across the room. She kneels between my legs and glides her tongue from my breasts to my belly button. She nibbles the skin near my hip bones and is very pleased when she sees the full body goose bumps I am covered in.
I lift my butt just slightly so she can pull off my panties, but she doesn't. Instead, I feel her tongue pressing on my swollen clit through the thin layer of cotton that covers it. The heat seeps through gradually and she begins to slowly shake her head side to side.
I let my eyes close and the feeling is exquisite. She opens her mouth wide and covers the crotch of my panties almost completely. Her breath is hot and I can no longer tell what my moisture is and what's hers. My thong is soaked and a small moan escapes from deep within my throat.
She moans against me and my head starts spinning. I try to move the fabric aside, but she grabs my hands and pushes them away. She teases me this way awhile longer and finally slides the drenched material down my thighs to my knees. She gets so close to my clit as if she's examining it. I'm propped up on my elbows, watching her.
She looks up at me and her eyes almost take my breath away. She is so passionate about what she's doing. My entire body is tensed and my pussy is dripping and red hot. She moves the hood of my clit out of the way ever so gently runs her teeth over the bright pink bump.
A yelp jumps from my mouth and I cover it.
She looks me in the eye, "I wanna hear you. Don't cover your mouth," she commands, turning her attention back to the throbbing bit she's got squeezed between her fingers. She begins slowly running the roughness of her tongue over it. It's painful and blissful.
"Faster," I beg.
She continues to move excruciatingly slowly and I'm whining against a pillow. Everything in my lower body is trembling. I look down at her again and her eyes are on mine. She's not moving any faster and I begin to think I'm going to go insane or explode.
