Her lips parted. I felt them brush against mine. Our tongues met. Softly. Timidly.
Well, she was timid. I was enjoying drawing it out. I tried to look her in the eyes, but she refused to look at me.
I slid my hand up her inner thigh, my fingers gently caressing barely an inch from her pussy. I let my tongue rub lightly over her lip.
Oh, I wanted to kiss her, meek, innocent Olivia. But I wanted her to kiss me more. I wanted her to make the choice.
Quiet Olivia, who’d never kissed another woman. Olivia who loved her boyfriend so much, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Olivia, who’d just admitted that if I went into her bedroom right then, her boyfriend would fuck me – even while knowing she sat in the next room.
Yeah, I was a little drunk on wine. But I was mostly drunk on the sense of power. Knowing that her boyfriend would rather have me was such a thrill. I was high on the ego boost.
Knowing that she was both jealous and turned on at the thought – that it made her want to taste me, taste the woman that could steal her boyfriend – it made my head swim.
So I wanted her to choose it. I wanted her to lean in to kiss me. I wanted her to know it was her choice and have to wrestle with the emotions that came with that choice. I wanted to see if I could make her do it.
“What are you going to do about it, Olivia?” I asked again. We were so close my lips brushed against hers as I spoke. I slid my hand up her leg and gently ran my fingers over her pussy, through her shorts.
That did it.
She let out the softest little moan and leaned into me. Our lips met and she kissed me. She parted her lips and her tongue found mine. This time she was less timid – more desperate, hungry.
I continued to graze my fingers over her pussy, gently teasing her as she made little whimpering noises into my mouth. It was probably the greatest sexual thrill of my life.
I wanted to take her hand and lead her back to my room. I wanted to pull her head between my legs and teach her how to lick a woman’s pussy. But she wasn’t there yet.
I knew if I made such a strong move she’d say no. She’d feel guilty for kissing me and confess to her boyfriend. It would be her way of taking some power back. I would lose my little game as well as the room I was renting so cheaply.
I was already addicted to the rush. I didn’t want to give up the control. I needed to find a way to lead her further down the rabbit hole.
I broke off the kiss, keeping my lips barely an inch from hers. I stopped rubbing her pussy too, just let my hand rest on the inside of her thigh.
“That’s all it takes, huh?” I said. “A little attention and you just spread your legs?”
Her face turned bright pink and she refused to meet my eyes. It was horrible. I knew I was being cruel. I just couldn’t help pushing a little further.
“Have you always been slut, spreading your legs for any guy that would have you? Is that how you got Desmond in the first place? Did he really want you or were you just convenient? Or are you just especially desperate right now?”
She closed her eyes shut tight. She didn’t say a word, but I could see it on her face.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I gasped. “He hasn’t been paying you as much attention lately, has he? You’ve been laying in your bed at night aching to be touched and he hasn’t been as interested. And now you’re desperate for it. Needing that attention. Needing to be *fucked*” I put a little extra emphasis on the last word just to drive the point home.
“Do you think he’s just tired of sex? Is that even possible? I’ve never seen a guy be uninterested in sex.
“You don’t think it’s you, do you? You don’t think he’s just tired of the same boring sex every time? That he’s tired of holding back from all the things you won’t let him do?
“I mean, you do know what you’re doing right? You know how to ride him the way he likes? You don’t think he’s been so caught up dreaming of how a real, confident women would feel that he just … forgets about you?”
I gave her a quick peck on the lips and stood up. “No, I’m sure that’s not it,” I said lightly as I left the kitchen.
I was so worked up by the time I got to my bedroom that I was almost frantic as I scrambled to pull my vibrator from the drawer. The orgasm I had that night was so hard, so intense.
I honestly thought I’d be awash with guilt afterwards, remembering all the things I said to poor, sweet, little Olivia, but I wasn’t. I fell asleep thinking of what I should do next.
I woke up early the next morning. I had a little bit of a hangover and wasn’t really in the mood to exercise, but the stress of a bad break up and moving to a new town had gotten to me. I’d eaten too many emotions and had just recently gotten back into the rhythm of working out they way I was used to.
It was a little cool in the morning so I put on some high waisted leggings, a crop top hoodie, and my running shoes and headed out the door.
An hour later, as I was walking in the door, Olivia and Desmond were up and moving about the kitchen. Olivia and I passed each other as I stepped into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” I said sweetly. She nodded, gave me an awkward half smile, and headed to her bedroom – refusing to look me in the eye.
I was a little nervous when I saw Desmond in the kitchen. I was worried Olivia had told him about the night before and I was about to get kicked out. But he seemed to be acting completely normal. And by normal I mean I noticed his eyes sweep over my body and he leaned against the counter trying to look cool and impressive.
In general, he wasn’t really my type. I’ve gotten much more selective about what I find attractive in men over the years, but he did have big, strong hands – which has always been a turn on for me. And I had a mental image flash through my mind of Olivia walking in while Desmond and I were flirting with each other. The idea made my heart race.
I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter opposite of Desmond. He asked about my run and we made small talk for a few minutes.
I know I looked an absolute mess. My hair was in a pony tail. I’m sure my face was all flushed and streaked with sweat. But he didn’t seem to mind. Every time I looked up he was staring at me.
I hadn’t played the part of a tease for a guy since before my ex and I had gotten together, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I liked the idea of him looking at me like that while his girlfriend was in the other room. I fell back into the role of a tease quite naturally.
I started doing little stretches while we talked. I put my hands on the small of my back and rolled my shoulders back, letting out a little groan as I did. I raised my arms over my head and stretched for the ceiling, letting my hoodie slide up just below my sports bra.
I even opened the fridge and bent over at the waist as I pretended to look for something to eat.
It was all super obvious and over the top, but Desmond ate it up. His eyes kept darting over my body when he thought I wasn’t looking, and when I turned from the fridge I caught him staring at my ass.
I sat at the table, just a few feet away from him, and laughed at all of his jokes. I smiled warmly and showed him intentional, focused attention. It was almost too easy. He was loving it. I swear if I’d leaned over the table and asked him to fuck me, he would have done it – he’d probably have done it even if Olivia was standing there watching us.
After a bit I heard the bedroom door open and figured she was headed back to the kitchen. A horrible idea crossed my mind and I had to fight to suppress a malicious smile.
I stood up just before Olivia entered the kitchen. I was on the opposite end of the table from the sink. Desmond was still leaning against the counter to my left with just a couple feet between him and the table. The obvious path to the sink would have been going to the right, taking the long way around, but that wasn’t the kind of obvious I was going for.
I waited just a moment to make sure Olivia would see, and moved to the left. I turned sideways as I squeezed between Desmond and the table. I probably could have slipped by with no problem, but I let my ass brush against him just a little.
“Oh, excuse me,” I said with a smile.
It was a horrible thing to do, and so obvious. Olivia knew what I was doing, I could see it in her face. But Desmond didn’t realize it was a game. He didn’t want to realize it.
And I think most of the blood had left his brain anyways.
He was wearing these grey sweatpants – always a good look on a guy – and he was hard. I thought I’d felt it as I brushed against him, but I definitely could see it afterwards. Olivia saw it too. I saw her face flush as she watched his erection from across the room.
Desmond mumbled something about having to get ready for work as I washed my glass. I took my time drying and putting the glass away. I wanted to make sure he was gone before I turned around.
Olivia was staring at me. She looked angry, and jealous – and guilty and scared – and maybe just a little excited too? I don’t know why, but that look did something to me. God, it was enticing. I could have bathed in it.
“Mm, he does have strong hands, doesn’t he?” I said with a smile.
She didn’t respond. She she just stood there looking small and weak. I stepped in close to her to whisper in her ear, “I bet if you follow him now you could get him to fuck you.”
As I left the kitchen I added, “I got him warmed up for you. You’re welcome.”
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