Sara & Alice: More than friends? pt. 7 “Envelopes” [27] [FF] [lesbian] [romance]

[pt. 1 “Dinner”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12of1g5/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_1_dinner_27ff/) | [pt. 6 “Emergency”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12t0jw4/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_6_emergency_27_ff/)

Alice is sitting on her bed with her long legs crossed at the ankles. She closes her laptop and pats the bed next to her. “Have a seat.”

She’s wearing pink boxers and a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt.

I bite my lip and take a seat next to her. The overhead light is off, and the room is lit by her bedside lamp and candles.

“I’m sure you got my notes,” she says. Her eyes are kind but intense, and as much as I wish they set me at ease, they almost terrify me. I look away, down at her bare legs. “I wanted to say in person that I’m sorry. I *was* trying to tease you, but not about—”

“No, I’m sorry, Alice. I *so* overreacted.” I don’t know why her broaching the subject terrifies me so much, but it does. I want to have this talk, I really do. I’m just not brave enough. “I probably did have too much to drink last night, and there’s a lot going on at work.”

Alice waits patiently for me to finish and then ignores my excuses. “Sara. Something happened between us that neither of us expected, and we’ve avoided talking about it for years.”

It’s surreal to hear her talk about that night with her own voice, out loud. A night we’ve kept silent and secret for years.

“I know I’ve been flooding you with notes today—”

“Thanks again. For packing up the ossobuco,” I interrupt. *Shut __up__, Sara!*

“You’re welcome,” she says dismissively. “I wrote you one more note.” She hands me two small envelopes, one sealed and one open. “We’ve both avoided talking about it, so I thought this might be easier. I wrote down what I want and put it in this envelope. I want you to write down what you want and put it in this envelope.”

“What I want?”

“Yeah, do you want to never mention it again? Do you want me to move out? Do you want to get married?” she says with a smile. “How do you want to deal with what happened? What do you want going forward?” She hands me a pen.

I stare at the blank piece of paper, but I can’t write down what I’m thinking. I’m too exposed. But I have to know what she’s written.

“How about this. Write down what you want then open my envelope. After that, you can decide whether or not to give me yours.”

I sniffle and realize I’m fighting back tears. I take a deep breath and write my message. There’s exactly zero chance I will ever let her open this. I lick the edges and seal it shut.

“Now open mine.” Her voice has an edge to it that frightens me.

My hands are shaking as I tear the envelope, and I end up tearing the paper as well. Still, there’s no mistaking what’s written.

>I want to fuck you, to *finally* fuck you

I gasp and shrivel under her gaze. I hyperventilate and start sobbing like an idiot.

Her eyes are unflinching. She looks at me like a panther.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nod and collapse into her arms. “Yes. Yes. I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

“*Me too*,” she whispers. She takes off my glasses and kisses me tenderly on the top of my head. I look up at her, and her lips are on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I suck and drink her in. It’s even more amazing than it was seven years ago. The ache I feel for her is deep in the core of my body. I know what I want now, and I’m sober as a judge.

This time she is the one to pull back. She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “*I love you, Sara.*”

I purse my lips and let the tears flow down my cheeks. I press my envelope to her breast. She looks curious as her nimble fingers open the note. She smiles and lets out a long breath. The words are triple underlined:

>I love you, Alice Carter

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