I arrived home around ten in the morning. I had brought some coffee and bagels from Leah’s hoping that I could talk to Lin over food.
It was always easier to talk when you were eating.
When I entered, I found Lin on the couch scrolling on her phone.
She looked up as I entered and said “Have a good night?”
“One that you would not believe” I replied.
Instant regret filled me suddenly, I did not want to rub Lin’s nose in it.
I quickly changed the subject and said, “Brought Coffee and bagels, you hungry”
Lin jumped out of the couch like a cat that heard the food bowl rattle.
I gave her one bagel and a coffee and took the other for myself. It was a herb cream cheese beagle with salmon and tomato. I was usually a ham and cheese girl, but trying new things was a goal in itself.
“So…” I started “Made if home just fine?”
Lin took a bite and spoke through the food “Yeah, I still can’t believe she ordered another Uber Black for me, I would have been fine with a normal taxi…”
“I think she is trying to burn off all the money we got, I think she sees it as dirty money and does not want it to go to anything serious, it will taint whatever it goes to.”
“And how much money is she trying to burn?”
I held up my hands and formed a circle “a roll of hundreds about this big?”
“You sure it was hundreds?”
“The top ones were, and it came from a source that does not really care about money, so I don’t expect they would even handle smaller bills”
Lin raised her eyebrows, “Who gave you this money and for what?”
I bit my lip before answering “I can’t talk about who it was, just that it was a very important person, who was caught in a very particular situation, and… we did a dance for him, and he was impressed”
“A dance where Leah fingers you?”
“Oh right, you know that happened. So yeah, it was a sex thing, not a dance. Anyway, mutual assured destruction, so I can’t talk more about it. I am sorry”
Lin took a sip of her coffee and let out a groan. “This stuff is delicious, where did you pick it up”
“It’s leftover breakfast from Leah’s. She made it for me before heading to yoga.”
“She made you breakfast? And then left for Yoga? That woman sure sends out mixed signals”
I tried to shake my head, but it was more like a side to side movement.
“Leah is a busy woman, I saw her calendar”
Lin took another bite of the bagel. “Oh did you now?”
“Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting anything.”
“You absolutely are.”
She smirked into her coffee.
“So… how’s our resident relationship guru doing?”
I rolled my eyes.
“She’s not a guru.”
“Really? Because she somehow got both of us questioning our sexuality in under a week.”
I laughed.
“That’s not exactly how I’d describe it.”
Lin didn’t laugh with me. She stared down into her cup for a moment.
“No…”
She let out a slow breath.
“That’s what scared me, Mia. I wanted to stay.”
“I know.”
She shook her head.
“No. I don’t think you do. I didn’t think Leah was dangerous. I thought she was right.”
“Huh?”
Lin picked at the edge of her bagel.
“She understood what I wanted before I did. When she tied my hands, after the blindfolding. It struck a nerve. I did not know I wanted it, until it happened. She understood why I wanted it. And I knew if I stayed, if I let myself go along with it, there was a pretty good chance I’d wake up the next morning thinking every concern I’d had was stupid.”
“Because you’d slept with her?”
“Because I’d adore her.”
I started wondering if I adored Leah. Had she tricked me?
After all, I was eating Leah’s homemade breakfast after spending the night at her apartment.
But she’d told me about this yesterday. The research, the planning, the obsession. Leah didn’t make breakfast because she was trying to get something from me. She made breakfast because somewhere in that ridiculous brain of hers, making me the best possible bagel had become a project.
“She isn’t trying to control me.”
“I didn’t say she was.”
“You kind of did.”
“No. I’m saying I don’t know.”
Lin put her coffee down.
“That’s the problem, Mia. Neither do you.”
“No, Lin. I think I do. I’m not going to share things Leah told me in confidence, but… she’s lonely.”
I looked down at my bagel.
“And I think she’s working way too hard to make people happy. Me. You. Anyone who asks anything of her.”
I held up the half-eaten bagel.
“I don’t think she made me homemade breakfast because she’s trying to control me. I think she made me homemade breakfast because she’s terrified of letting me down. Or of not being impressive enough.”
I took a big bite.
“Either way, I don’t believe for a second that she wants to control me. She wants me to love her, to be with her, and I think she wants the same thing from you. And that scares you.”
Lin lowered her eyes to the table.
“Maybe.”
She picked at the edge of her bagel.
“I think maybe I’m afraid of loving anyone like that. It feels like being tied down.”
I didn’t interrupt.
“I loved my parents. Kinda. But living with them was a constriction. Their love came with expectations. My love for them made it harder to leave. Everything was tied together.”
She went quiet for a moment.
“Maybe I do love Dan, and I just keep refusing to call it that. Maybe I’m doing the same thing with Leah, except Leah doesn’t make it easy to ignore.”
“And me?”
Lin looked up at me.
“You too, probably.”
“Probably?”
“I don’t know, Mia. Maybe I love you and I’m pushing that away too, because if I admit that I love you, then you have something I can lose.”
My heart sank. I had figured out months ago that I loved Lin, and spent most of that time believing she didn’t feel the same way. Now I was finding out that maybe she did. Maybe she always had, and her stupid love-no-one rule had fucked it all up.
“Okay. So what are our next steps? I plan on spending more time with Leah, and I’d really like you to join me.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to figure some things out, and I don’t think my current self is very good around Leah.”
That hurt more than I expected, but I nodded.
“Okay. Then figure it out.”
Lin looked up at me.
“That’s it?”
“What do you want me to do, assign homework?”
She smiled slightly.
“No.”
“Then take whatever time you need. I’m going to keep seeing Leah. I’m not going to pretend I don’t want you there, because I really fucking do.”
I reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
“When you’re ready, tell me. I’ll bring you back in.”
“And if I’m never ready?”
That one hurt.
“Then I’ll deal with that when we get there.”
Lin squeezed my hand back.
“Okay.”
Three weeks passed.
I didn’t bring up Leah with Lin again.
I did, however, spend three or four nights a week at Leah’s apartment.
The documentary had reached abstract expressionism, which seemed to involve a lot of serious men explaining why paint thrown at a wall was a direct response to nuclear anxiety.
Leah was watching properly.
I was stretched across the couch with my head in her lap, one leg hanging over the armrest. She held a glass of wine in the hand resting against my side, while the fingers of her other hand moved idly through my hair.
Every so often, she made a small sound of disagreement at something the narrator said.
I was mostly on my phone.
I had found Leah’s online handle, Vesper Velvet, and was on her Instagram account. I had fallen far enough down the rabbit hole that I was looking at posts from four years ago. Leah in armor. Leah painted blue. Leah with white contacts and black veins running from her eyes. Leah in a red dress with a sword across her lap, looking like she had already decided the viewer was guilty.
The comments were worse.
Not bad. Just numerous.
People had opinions about her legs. Her mouth. Her hands. One person had written three paragraphs about the way she looked at the camera. Another had apparently been waiting two years for her to remake one particular costume.
I tilted my head back to look up at her.
My girlfriend.
The thought arrived so naturally that I almost smiled.
Then I stopped.
Girlfriend?
We had slept together. More than slept. We cooked together. She had washed my hair once because I had got makeup in it. She knew I hated pulp in orange juice and had bought the right kind without asking.
That was girlfriend stuff.
Friends with benefits probably did some of that too.
But not all of it.
Surely not all of it.
I wondered what Leah called me when I was not there.
“What are you frowning at?” she asked.
I looked back at my phone. “Your fans.”
“Oh, the word fan is doing a lot of work there.”
“They follow you and argue about which version of you is hottest.”
“They argue about my costumes, not me.”
“One of them said she wanted you to step on her.”
Leah glanced down at me with a smirk.
“Okay. Some of them are rather thirsty.”
I laughed, but the question stayed where it was.
I scrolled past another picture. Leah in some kind of black military coat, one hand gloved, the other bare.
“Can I ask you something?”
Leah picked up the remote and paused the documentary.
The sudden silence made the question feel much larger than it had a second before.
“Of course.”
Her hand remained in my hair.
“What do you tell people I am?”
She looked down at me.
“What would you like me to tell them?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”
“Do you want me to call you my girlfriend?”
My face went hot.
“I didn’t say that.”
“No. You asked what I call you.”
“That is different.”
“Only slightly.”
I locked my phone and rested it against my stomach.
“I was just wondering.”
“What would girlfriend mean to you?”
I frowned up at her. “You know what girlfriend means.”
“I know several things it can mean. I want to know which one you mean.”
Her fingers continued moving slowly through my hair.
“That this isn’t casual.”
“It is not casual.”
“That you want me here.”
“I do.”
“That we are doing something together. Not just sleeping together when it is convenient.”
“We are.”
Each answer came immediately. No hesitation. No careful pause while she found a way around it.
That helped.
“A girlfriend is someone you make plans with,” I said. “Someone you think about when they aren’t there. Someone you make space for.”
Leah looked down at me with an expression that had gone soft around the edges.
“That sounds reasonable.”
“So?”
“You want a signed piece of paper? Update my Facebook status?”
I gave her a look. “You could say the word?”
A small smile touched her mouth.
“You want the word.”
“Yes.”
“Then yes. You may call me your girlfriend.”
Something released inside my chest so quickly it almost hurt.
“May?”
“You don’t want to call me your girlfriend?”
“You make it sound like I applied for a license.”
“You are joining an exclusive group. I have very few girlfriends.”
I pinched her side.
She caught my hand, kissed my fingers, then returned to playing with my hair.
“Does this make Lin your girlfriend as well?” she asked.
“Yes.”
That answer was easier.
“And is she my girlfriend?”
I hesitated.
“I don’t know.”
“So, she is your girlfriend, but not mine?”
“Correct.”
“Then she is my girlfriend’s girlfriend.”
Leah stared down at me for a moment, waiting for a reaction, but I had nothing.
“Peter is rolling in his grave.”
I blinked.
“Never mind.”
She took a sip of wine, already dismissing it.
“So if someone asks, you’ll say I’m your girlfriend?”
“If that is what you want.”
“It is.”
“Then I will.”
“Even your mother?”
Leah looked down at me.
“Hey now. You are testing some boundaries very early in your official recognition as ‘girlfriend’”
I laughed.
She brushed a strand of hair away from my face.
“I said I would call you my girlfriend. I did not promise to feed you to predators.”
For a moment neither of us said anything.
Then another thought arrived.
“What about Dan?”
Leah exhaled through her nose.
“I suspected we would eventually require a diagram.”
I laughed.
She brushed a strand of hair away from my face.
“We do not need to solve every relationship tonight, Mia.”
“No?”
“No. We only needed to solve the one that was upsetting you.”
I looked up at her.
“You knew I was upset?”
“You have been reading strangers’ opinions about me for fifteen minutes while pretending not to ask whether you are allowed to feel possessive.”
“I wasn’t being possessive.”
“You called one woman a desperate cow under your breath.”
“She was.”
Leah smiled and traced her thumb across my temple.
“My girlfriend is allowed to be a little possessive.”
The warmth of it spread through me.
On the frozen television, a man in thick glasses stood in front of a canvas covered in red paint.
Leah reached for the remote.
“Are we done defining ourselves?”
“For now.”
She started the documentary again and settled her hand back into my hair.
I reopened Instagram.
“How much of your photos get trashed before they go on Instagram? Is Instagram only the best of the best?”
Leah gave a short laugh, “oh, Instagram is not close to the real amount of photos. There is a ton more on the patreon.”
“You have a patreon?”
“Yeah, I only do costumes, so my patreon is more focused on the crafting and building perspective. Maybe some “getting dressed” shots for the high tiers, but I don’t do any erotic stuff there”
“You do that on your OnlyFans?”
Leah grasped my shoulders, “Yes, I kept it hidden from you until I locked you down as my girlfriend. Now finally, you will know I have a OnlyFans.”
“You don’t really do you?”
“No, I don’t have one, I know plenty who do. But cosplay is a hobby, OnlyFans is work.”
“So, Instagram gets a drip, and all the other stuff is on your patreon?”
“Not even close, I have a ton of photos that have only a tiny spread, some that never got shared at all. Some cross promo stuff. It’s all on a private server I have.”
“Ohhhh, can I see?”
“Well, apparently I can’t keep secrets from my girlfriend anymore. Give me a minute.”
Leah paused the documentary and went to grab her laptop. She brought up an admin screen and a notification showed up on my phone. I had been granted access to a share drive.
I clicked the link, installed an app, and opened what I expected to be some photos of Leah in less than perfect Instagram poses.
What I found was a huge list of folders, with dates and names.
I found most of the names I had found on Instagram, and I had a look inside. More images than Instagram had, some more revealing than what was posted. But nothing too risqué.
Each of these folders also had a “Build” folder, with a ton of research notes, pictures of build progression and some costume test pictures.
I found some folders with different tags:
RINA – EVO + AFTERPARTY
I clicked in, glancing up at Leah. She was back at her documentary and paying no attention to my phone screen. Her fingers still going through my hair.
I clicked into the Evo folder
This folder contained more stuff of a costume I had only seen a few pictures of on Instagram. And Leah was hanging out with another girl.
“What’s Evo?”
“The Evolution Championship Series, big fighting game convention, tournament, event”
“You play?”
“No, that was actually a paid gig. Rina was hired by Capcom to do Juri for their Street Fighter stuff at EVO. They needed another cosplayer, and she told them she knew someone already building A.K.I.”
“You?”
“Technically.”
“Technically?”
“It was in my draft folder. I had made most of one glove during a build session.”
I looked at the pictures again.
“That counts as already building it?”
“It did to Rina.”
Leah shrugged.
“Either way, paid trip to EVO, expenses covered, plus a paycheck. Good gig. Rina did me a solid.”
I continued looking through the photos, there were a lot of them.
“Anyway, I think I only have a few shots in my Instagram, mostly because it was work, and most pictures are not mine. That folder has a lot of photos I have found online, and a few from the after party.”
I found the after party photos, where Leah was hanging out and drinking with a lot of other cosplayers.
“They look like a fun gang”
“The fighting game cosplayers are always hard drinkers. It was a fun afterparty, meet a lot of game industry people as well, got some connections for other cosplay gigs”
I looked through the photos, it showed Leah laughing, drinking and being a very different Leah than I was used to. It was nice to see these sides of her, knowing that there existed a relaxed and fun version of Leah.
“Rina is good people like that” Leah continued, “She has a knack for knowing what people can do, if given the right incentives. Like my A.K.I. outfit. She knew I could get in done in time, just had to give me the opportunity.”
I saw a folder called “Private”
I clicked into it, and saw a fitting room and makeup, a lot of backstage areas, and I saw some boobs, and a bit more, both Leah and Rina.
“I clicked into the private folder. Should I have access to that? I can see your friend’s butt.”
“Yeah, Rina is fine with partners seeing stuff in the private folder.”
“Partner?”
“You fought hard for that title Mia, don’t go letting it slip so fast.
Partner sounded far more serious than girlfriend, but it sounded more like how Leah would define something. I nodded my head, yes, partner. I was Leah’s partner.
I moved out of the folder, Rina had a nice butt, but not good enough to make me linger, there were other folders to investigate.
I found a folder called “Carmilla – Crypt” and selected it. Carmilla seemed to be a vampire of sorts, and there were others there, but no Leah.
“Who is Carmilla, and why are you not in any of these photos?”
“Oh, you are in the Crypt folder, I was the photographer for that one.”
She gave me a devious smile and went back to tv.
I looked through more, until I found a folder called Private, but I could not access that one.
“Hey, why can’t I access this private folder”
“Well, there is private as in some behind the scenes, and then there is private orgies”
“Is there an orgy behind this folder?” I tried to press the folder again.
“Pressing it harder won’t improve your permissions.”
“Leah.”
“Mia.”
I turned around to look at her.
“You can’t just say ‘private orgies’ and go back to the documentary.”
Leah sighed and paused it again.
“Oh, can’t I?.”
“Were you there?”
“Yes.”
“As the photographer?”
She gave me that smile again.
“Initially.”
Oh.
I looked back at the folder.
Access denied.
“And it’s an orgy with all the people in the Crypt images?”
“Mmm, and a few others”
I stared at the private folder.
“What do I need to do to get access?”
Leah touched her chin in a mocking thinking fashion.
“I would need to ask the others there.”
I put on my puppy eyes and pushed into Leah, “Would you pleeeese ask them? Ill do anything.”
“‘Anything’ you say? Interesting offer.”
I was suddenly worried I had over promised, but I did not see any spite in Leah’s question.
“Anything, I swear!”
She picked up her phone and opened Discord and typed something into a group chat.
“Ok, let’s see what they say, now on to your promise”
I sat up in the couch, and put on my serious face.
“OK, so I got something on the planner in a few weeks, and I want you in on my project. A few are coming over for Comicon, and I want you, Dan and Lin to accompany me in costume. I need you to convince Lin, and Dan. I’ll provide the costumes.”
I swallowed, “Ok, I was initially thinking it was something sexual, but I can do this as well”
I think I could at least. Dan is a pushover, but Lin is hopefully not too set against it.
Leah looked down at her phone checking discord once more.
“OK, they all agreed. And are now asking questions about you.”
“Give me access before gossiping with your cosplay buddies”
She opened the admin program again, “fine fine”
I smiled, and went back to my phone to try the folder again. It opened.
So, the first few were nothing too bad. The vampire lady was making out with another lady.
“Is that Rina in the armor? The big one?”
“Yeah, this is a Castlevania cosplay thing, we spent ages building the room for this shot. That’s Camilla who is doing Carmilla, Nadia is doing Lenore, and Tessa is doing Sypha.”
“So Nadia has a thing for Camilla?” I asked.
She shrugged “Would you say we’ve been dating since the Gala? Or did we start later? Nadia is asking”
“The Redhead going down on the vampire is asking when we started dating?”
“It’s a wig, she has brown hair normally”
“Is Rina and this woman in the blue outfit also together?”
“No, that’s just Rina being big and dominating, something Tessa enjoys.”
“I can see that. Rina has a firm grip on her head”
“Give it a minute, you are getting to the good part.”
“Who is this big guy who is going down on the redhead?”
“That is Brian, a blacksmith, he built a lot of the set, cool guy”
“Well, she seems cool with the situation. Oh, they are fucking now?”
“Here it comes”
“The vampire took your camera!”
“mmm”
“Hey, Rina is undressing you”
“Quite big and dominating that lady”
“You are eating her ass, while the blue lady-”
“Tessa”
“-is eating her pussy!”
“Yeah, that was fun”
I stared at a photo of my girlfriend eating ass. I felt jealous, but this was before I met her. Perhaps not jealous, envious? Then it struck me.
“Hey, what happened at Evo?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am looking at you eating Rina’s ass here, and I just came from a lot of photos where you were hanging out at Evo getting drunk.”
“I believe Rina was dating some guy during Evo, so I did not make any moves, nor she on me”
“You wanted to have sex with her.”
“I wanted someone to go down on me, Mia. Rina was there, attractive and known. That doesn’t mean I wanted Rina.”
“That sounds a lot like wanting her.”
“Not in the way you’re asking.”
I squirmed uncomfortably, jealousy did not sit well with me. Going back to the photos was perhaps not the best cure, but there I was.
Leah had been put on top of a table by Rina and she was now sitting on her face, while the blue lady, Tessa I reminded myself, was between Leah’s legs.
It was like Leah was some sort of feast they both partook in. She was the photographer, but undressed, she fits perfectly into the vampire orgy that everyone else seems to fit in.
Some more pictures of the blacksmith and the redhead, he looked like a giant compared to the tiny redhead, not that it looked like she minded, she was smiling at the camera, as if showing off.
There was a few more photos before it all ended, but no real ending to the scene.
“Why did it end like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like the photos are you all going at each other, then suddenly nothing?”
“Oh, Camille put the camera down and went back to Brian and Nadia. Nobody particularly cared about documenting it anymore.”
“So that’s just… the end?”
“Of the photos. Not the evening.”
“Right.”
“I think everyone was pretty much done shortly after that anyway. We still had to take the set down, get out of costume. Think we finally wrapped three or four hours later.”
“So everyone just had sex and was like, ‘Okay, back to work’?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“You are weird, you know that, right?”
“Mia, I enjoy sex as much as you do, but I also know it’s just part of being human. It can be an emotional connection, but sometimes it’s just release. That was a stressful day, there was a lot of sexual tension, and we had some fun.”
She ran her fingers through my hair again.
“I didn’t decide to be with you because you’re good in bed. That’s a wonderful, amazing bonus. I picked you because you’re interesting. You make me laugh. You challenge me. And I think you have things in you that I’m missing.”
She smiled and leaned in for a kiss. I met her harder than she expected and didn’t pull away when the kiss should have ended.
Her hand stopped moving through my hair.
“Oh?”
“What?”
“That was a very specific kind of kiss.”
“Maybe I want my amazing bonus.”
“That’s not what I called it.”
“Pretty sure it was.”
I kissed her again before she could correct me.
Leah made a soft, surprised sound against my mouth when I refused to let the kiss end. Her hand stilled in my hair.
“Oh?”
“Those photos made me a bit envious,” I said, my voice low. “Rina making you rim her while blue lady was in front? Then you naked on the table, eating and being eaten at the same time.”
Leah’s eyes darkened, but she didn’t look away. “Years ago, Mia. They are not a threat to you.”
“Maybe.” I kissed her again. “But seeing it, it’s fresh to me.”
I stood, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up off the couch. The wine glass tipped and rolled harmlessly across the rug.
Leah let herself be dragged, half-laughing, half-breathless, as I walked her down the short hall toward the bedroom. I clumsily pulled off my top and unhooked my bra, Leah did this much smoother, and much more sexy than me.
I shoved her against the wall just outside the bedroom door and kissed her again while I worked her leggings down her hips. She stepped out of them, kicked them aside. My jeans were next, and my underwear tangled in them together on the hardwood.
By the time we crossed the threshold into the bedroom we were both bare.
I pushed the door shut with my foot and backed her toward the bed.
“On the edge,” I said.
Leah sat. I stood between her knees, looked down at her, and felt the possessive heat that had been sitting under my ribs ever since the private folder finally opened.
“You got Rina from both the front and back.” I said. “Then she sat on your face. I’m going to do both of those things to you.”
Leah’s mouth curved. “You reclaiming your girlfriend?”
“You bet your ass I am.”
I climbed onto the bed, turned, and settled over her face, knees bracketing her head, facing her feet so I could watch everything. I reached back, spread myself open with both hands, and lowered myself onto her mouth.
Leah’s hands gripped my hips and pulled me down. The first long, deliberate swipe of her tongue over my asshole made my thighs shake.
The photos with Rina hadn’t shown me this part. They showed me what Leah had done, but not what it felt like to have all that attention focused on you. This felt deliberate, like she understood exactly what I was asking for and intended to give it to me.
I had rimmed Dan before, but with considerably less finesse than what Leah was doing to me.
I was not prepared for the raw, exposed feeling of Leah’s tongue working me from behind while I watched her do it in the mirror across the room.
I groaned and rocked against her face, grinding down when she pushed deeper.
One of her hands slid between my legs and three fingers slipped inside me, curling in time with her tongue. The dual sensation made a moan escape my throat. I came hard and sudden, clenching around her fingers while her tongue kept working me through it. I grabbed her tits while I spasmed on her face.
The feeling eventually stopped, and I climbed off her face, turned, and kissed her so she could taste herself on my mouth. Then I pushed her flat on her back and crawled down her body.
“My turn.”
I spread her thighs wide, hooked them over my shoulders, and dragged my tongue from her clit all the way down, past her entrance, over the tight furl of her ass. Leah’s hips jerked.
“Mia?”
“You did this to Rina,” I said against her skin. “I’m doing it to you until you forget what she tasted like.”
“Ambitious, but let me help out a bit.”
She leaned over and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand. From inside she took a little metal teardrop with a wide foot at the bottom.
“Do you know what this is, Mia?”
“A sex toy, I presume?”
“It’s a plug.”
“Oh.”
“I want you to use it on me, then make me come. I seldom come from anal play alone, and I don’t want you tapping out before I’m done.”
She pressed the cool metal into my palm. It was much heavier than it looked.
“Lube’s in the same drawer. Get me ready, put it in, then I’m going to sit on your face until I see stars.”
I took the little bottle, slicked the teardrop thoroughly, and nudged her thighs wider. Leah stayed propped on her elbows, watching me with that dark, patient look. I circled the tapered tip against her once, twice, feeling the muscle flutter, then pressed steadily. The metal sank in with a slow, inevitable stretch until the wide base seated flush against her.
Leah’s breath left her in a quiet, rough sound.
The little silver base sat neatly against her, almost decorative. Against Leah’s skin it looked strangely elegant, like a piece of jewelry designed for somewhere jewelry normally didn’t go.
I settled onto my back and looked up as Leah swung a leg over my chest. She kept her eyes on mine the entire time she lowered herself, thighs bracketing my head, until the soft heat of her settled fully against my mouth.
The little silver base of the plug rested just above my chin, cool and smooth against my skin every time she shifted.
I licked her open slowly at first, long, flat strokes from her entrance up over her clit, tasting her, learning the exact angle that made her hips twitch. Leah’s hands braced on the headboard. She didn’t look away. Neither did I.
Once I found the angle that made her hips twitch, I reached up with one hand and found the base of the plug.
I gave it a careful twist.
Leah’s breath hitched.
That got my attention.
I did it again while keeping my mouth on her. Another sharp inhale, followed by a quiet curse. I started experimenting, matching the movement of my hand to what I was doing with my tongue, watching for every little reaction.
Somewhere in there I stopped thinking about Rina.
This wasn’t about what Leah had done with someone years ago anymore. It was about the woman above me, the noises I could pull from her, and figuring out exactly what made her lose control.
Her hips started moving with me. I kept the rhythm steady, refusing to let up when I felt her thighs tighten around my head.
“Mia, ohhhh fuck!”
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I kept going until her whole body went rigid above me. Leah came hard, hips stuttering, followed by a sudden warm rush across my mouth and chin that caught me completely by surprise.
I slowed only when her body finally began to relax.
Leah looked down at me, breathing hard.
I licked my lips.
“Did you squirt in my mouth?”
“I did?” Her expression changed instantly. “Oh no. I usually don’t. Shit, I’m sorry, Mia.”
“No, no. I see it more like a prize. I made you come so hard you squirted. If anything, I feel vindicated.”
Leah laughed and slid down beside me, giving me a deep kiss before letting me go.
“I suppose I have to reassess my anal play rating. It normally doesn’t do much for me, but you appear to have found a loophole. We will need to explore this further.”
I smiled. I was so good at sex, she squirted. I rule.
A thought suddenly came to mind.
“Your friends really didn’t mind me looking at them all having sex together? That seems weird.”
“Not really. All those girls have OnlyFans. The reason those pictures aren’t on there isn’t because they’re particularly shy about people seeing them naked. They just have a line about what kind of content they sell.”
“What line?”
“Tits and full frontal, certainly. Maybe the occasional backshot for higher tiers. But they don’t cross into openly explicit genital shots or masturbation. Their audience is supposed to be there because they like their cosplay and happen to enjoy seeing them naked, not because they’re selling pornography.”
“So an orgy is fine as long as nobody sees the orgy?”
Leah considered that.
“Surprisingly accurate.”
“So, are your friends gonna be at Comic Con? Is that why you want me there?”
“I think Rina will be there, and I think Brian has a booth.”
“The big smith guy?”
“That’s the one.”
“Any particular reason you want me to meet Rina? This isn’t a threesome setup?”
“Would you not enjoy that, Mia?” Leah asked in a mocking voice.
I poked her in the ribs. “I don’t want to sleep with your exes.”
“Rina was never my partner, Mia. She’s a friend. And I think you’d enjoy her company. As my partner, I think you should probably meet my friends.”
Then, suddenly much faster and considerably quieter:
“AlsoRinasaidshewantedtomeetyouifyouevergottoseetheprivateCastlevaniaphotos.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“Nothing. Now remember, you promised to come with me, and also bring Lin and Dan. No backsies.”
“I said I would try to convince them. I can’t promise they’ll actually come.”
“Then I suggest you be very convincing.”
“You tricked me.”
“You offered anything. I showed remarkable restraint.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I’m starting to understand why Lin doesn’t trust you.”
Leah laughed. “Too late. Girlfriend contract has already been signed.”
She climbed out of bed and announced she was going to take a shower, adding that I was welcome to join her.
I waited maybe thirty seconds before getting up and following her.
I had some dignity.
Just not enough to shower alone.