Since she had laid eyes on him when he sat next to her at the bar she wanted to be with him, to get to know him and fall for him. Their physical connection was already incredibly strong and it pulled her towards him.
Andrea and Trudy went for drinks at the hotel bar that evening and Andrea again tried to break her friend’s silence. Before long, she dropped her smile and stared at Trudy, giving her a stern look.
“Okay, Trudy. What’s wrong? Come on,” she searched Trudy’s eyes, looking for the answer.
Trudy shrugged, avoiding Andrea’s gaze. She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t that she was sad or upset, she was just incredibly pensive. Things had really changed for her that day in a way that was hard to describe.
Everything made sense but was confusing at the same time.
Trudy felt Andrea’s hand on top of hers and looked into her eyes.
“Tru, tell me what’s up,” she said, imploring her.
Trudy nodded, sighing heavily. She took a breath and opened her mouth but when nothing came out she shut it again.
Andrea leaned closer, lowering her voice, “Is it about what happened earlier today?”
Trudy knew that Andrea thought something had happened during the threesome that bothered her. Nothing had bothered her, it was how liberated she had felt that scared her.
She had wondered all day if that made her a lesbian. Couldn’t it simply mean that she was more attracted to Andrea than she was to Vincent? Was that what made her a lesbian?
Her head had been swirling all afternoon and she had no answers for all of her questions.
She looked into Andrea’s eyes and took a breath. She knew she could tell Andrea. It felt a little odd, now knowing each other’s bodies so intimately, but Andrea deserved to know.
Trudy opened her mouth again and blurted out everything she had been thinking that day. She told Andrea how she felt being with her and how strange she had felt with Vincent. She revealed that the orgasm Andrea had given her was so much more intense than anything Vincent did to her.
Andrea listened, without any indication that she was uncomfortable. When Trudy was finished she smiled at Andrea and thanked her for listening.
After a pause she asked, “Do you think that that makes me... gay?”
Andrea shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. She shook her head and looked into Trudy’s eyes, smiling.
“I don’t think it matters, does it? Just spend some more time exploring your sexuality and if that attracts you to women…that’s great.”
Trudy laughed and shook her head.
“You make it sound so simple,” she said, raising her drink to her lips.
Andrea nodded, “Isn’t it simple?”
Trudy felt relieved, having Andrea’s perspective. She was so casual about it, like the answer was right in front of their faces. Trudy had to admit, that Andrea’s suggestion was tempting. The thought of finding other women and exploring their bodies the way she had with Andrea sent a flurry through her body.
Their flight was early the next morning and they decided to spend the rest of the night in the hotel room. They had a few more drinks before heading up and went to sleep before long.
Andrea was obviously not interested in Trudy sexually, now that Vincent wasn’t around. Trudy wasn’t hurt and hadn’t expected Andrea to come to her bed that night, but it was a slight disappointment. Trudy fell asleep easily that night, excited about the prospect of finding new love for the first time in years. She finally felt like she had some clarity.
On the other bed, Andrea was awake for a little longer, tossing around and thinking about Vincent. She was relieved that Trudy had discovered more about herself. She was also relieved that Vincent was now hers.
She wanted to ask Trudy for his number and her blessing to continue to see him but she knew it wasn’t the right time. She wanted to give Trudy the attention and consideration that she deserved, even though her thoughts of Vincent kept stealing her focus.
She resolved to ask Trudy the next day and shut her eyes to sleep. But the idea of getting home and calling Vincent kept her awake.
Chapter Two
They had packed the previous night so that they would be ready for their flight. When the alarm rang, they got up slowly, reveling in the hotel’s beauty for one last morning.
Andrea got up first. She ordered coffee up to their room so they could energize before they had to fly. Andrea didn’t feel like she needed it. Her body was buzzing with the anticipation of calling Vincent.
An hour later they were in a cab and on their way to the airport. Trudy was chatting about the presentations and what she had learned from the conference. Andrea nodded her head, not really paying attention. She was gaging the conversation, waiting until she could bring up Vincent and ask for his phone number.
Another hour passed and they were finally on the plane. It would be nearly two hours before they got home and Andrea couldn’t wait any longer. After they had taken off, she turned to her friend.
“Trudy, I’ve been thinking a lot about Vincent,” she started, glancing into Trudy’s eyes.
Surprisingly, Trudy looked surprised.
“Really?” She asked Andrea, “I didn’t know you liked him that much.”
Andrea’s mouth gaped open, “Well, yeah. I do.”
Trudy frowned for a minute and then smiled, “You hid your feelings pretty well, I guess. I mean, you pretended like you didn’t even know him.”
Andrea nodded, realizing how it looked from Trudy’s perspective.
“I just didn’t want to spoil your date with him,” she said slowly, feeling a little silly at the plot she had concocted.
Trudy grabbed her friend’s hand, “Thanks. I know what you were trying to do, but seriously, you should have just told me in the first place.”
Andrea laughed at herself, “Honesty is the best policy.”
Trudy rested her head on Andrea’s shoulder. After Andrea stayed silent, she glanced up at her, raising her head a little.
“So, do you want his phone number?” Trudy asked after Andrea didn’t.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, louder than she intended causing a few other people on the plane to glance over.
“Yes, please,” she said a little quieter, her cheeks getting hot.
Trudy grabbed Andrea’s cell phone and took out her own. She programmed Vincent’s number in and then handed the phone back to Andrea.
“There,” she said with a half-smile, “and we still have the rest of the day off so you can call him after we land.”
Andrea hugged the phone to her chest before turning to look at Trudy.
“Thank you! I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
When they landed, they hopped in a cab together. They lived in separate apartments but close by. They arrived at Trudy’s place first.
Andrea got out and gave her a hug, kissing her on the cheek.
“Thank you for the amazing weekend, and all the new experiences,” Andrea couldn’t stop her smile from growing as she remembered everything they had done together.
Trudy said goodbye, thanking Andrea as well.
“See you tomorrow!” They called out to each other as Andrea made her way back into the cab. She watched Trudy walk into her building and disappear into the stairwell.
She got to her own apartment five minutes later and bolted into the building, nearly forgetting her bag.
She unlocked her door clumsily and threw her bag in. She kicked off her shoes and ran into her bedroom, tossing herself onto her bed. Her phone was in her hand and she stared at the new contact that Trudy had added.
Vincent.
Here was her chance to have a real date with him, and have him all to herself. She hit the ‘call’ button and brought the phone to her ear, biting her lip as she heard it ring.
There was no answer and she hung it up. She wanted to call again, call him over and over until he answered, but instead, she set the phone down on the bedspread. She knew better than to call twi
ce.
She got up to unpack, trying hard to keep her eyes off of the cell phone.
After ten minutes, she darted back over, hoping there was a message but saw nothing. She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, sending her gaze over to the wall. She saw on the clock that it was ten in the morning and that he was probably at work. It was Tuesday.
Walking into the bathroom, she decided to draw a hot bath and relax while she waited for him to call.
She filled the tub with steaming hot water and stripped her clothes off. Looking down at her naked body, her perky tits and thin waist, she recalled everything that had been done to her that weekend. Her hand stroked down her chest, remembering Trudy’s tongue swirling around her nipples. Her fingers grazed down to her pussy and she could feel Vincent slipping into her.
She took a breath, sighing and smiling. She stepped into the hot water, drawing in a sharp breath from the sting of the heat. Lowering herself down, she closed her eyes, resting her head on the back of the tub.
Her heart leapt into her throat as she heard her phone ring. Her eyes snapped open and she leapt out of the water, her body red all the way up to her shoulders. She slipped over to her bed where she had left her phone and saw the familiar, yet unfamiliar number across the screen.
She picked it up slowly, clearing her throat. Bringing it to her ear, she closed her eyes, exhaling sharply.
“Hello?”
“Hey, this is Vincent Hunt. I’m just returning a call that I received earlier.”
Andrea froze but her heart melted at the sound of his voice.
What do I say? She thought desperately, her mouth falling open.
Chapter Three
“Hello?” Vincent said again.
“Hi… hey,” she started, frowning at what she had said, “It’s, um, it’s Andrea, from the conference?”
She paused and listened to him laugh a little, his voice becoming more intimate.
“Andrea,” he said and she shuddered with pleasure at the way he said her name.
“Yeah, we spent quite a bit of time together this weekend,” she said, tucking hair behind her ear as she started to feel more comfortable.
He laughed again and she pictured his face, “We certainly did. Those were my favorite parts this weekend.”
Andrea flushed, her heart pounding. She felt giddy.
“Me too,” she said softly.
She could almost hear his smile through the phone and wanted to ask him to meet with her. But she wasn’t sure how, she had never asked a guy out before.
Thankfully, he saved her from it.
“Are you busy tonight?” He asked her and she hopped with excitement.
“No, not at all,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant even though she wanted to scream.
“Would you like to come over tonight? I can pick you up on my way home from work. You and Trudy just got back today, right?” He sounded happy to talk to her and it made her feel like she was floating.
“Come over? You’re not going to take me out for dinner,” she said jokingly.
He chuckled, “Aren’t we a little bit past first dates? I mean, the things I’ve seen you and Trudy do together…”
“Okay, you’re right,” she said, interrupting him.
“How about I make you dinner?” He said sweetly and her heart skipped a beat.
“That’s so sweet. I didn’t know you cooked,” she was a little relieved, not wanting to admit that she was a terrible chef herself.
He hesitated, stammering a little, “Well, I… you know… No, I don’t really cook but it’s not that hard.”
She laughed, finding him endearing. She couldn’t wait to see what he would come up with.
He told her when he would be finished for the day and asked if she would be ready by then. She nodded, before realizing that he couldn’t see her, “Yeah,” she said with a giggle, “I’ll give you my address.”
They talked for another minute before hanging up. Andrea sat her phone down slowly and went back to the bathroom. Inch by inch, she lowered herself back into the hot water.
She had nearly six hours until he would be there. Resting her head on the back of the bathtub, she wondered what Trudy was doing. Looking back, she tried to think if there were any signs that Trudy was attracted to women.
It was hard to tell. They were so close with each other and talked about intimate secrets all the time. Plus, it was hard not to appreciate other women’s bodies.
But I definitely don’t want to date any of them, she thought to herself, pondering the idea of having a girlfriend. An actual girlfriend.
And it had absolutely no appeal to her. She needed strong arms wrapped around her. Vincent’s arms. Not to mention his powerful muscles, his rough tongue and hard, thick cock. She shivered in the hot water thinking about him. She couldn’t wait to have him all to herself.
Hadn’t Trudy also wanted a man in that way? Andrea had seen her with different boyfriends before and everything had seemed normal between them. Either way, as long as Trudy found her happiness, it didn’t matter who it was with.
* * *
Andrea barely made it through the afternoon, waiting for Vincent to arrive. She had changed her outfit several times, wanting to look sexy, but not too sexy. He was already obviously interested in her sexually and she wanted to make sure that there was more to their budding relationship.
She knew that he found Trudy’s intelligence and dedication to her work attractive and Andrea wanted him to know that she had those qualities, too. She wanted to make him forget about Trudy, especially since so much of their new romance had surrounded her.
There was a little bit of a worry in the back of her mind that she wouldn’t be enough for him after having been with them both. She prayed that he wouldn’t ask her to invite Trudy.
Vincent came to her door when he arrived and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. He stood in the hall, watching her put her shoes on, his blue eyes sparkling.
“It’s so good to see you,” he said as she locked her door.
She looked up at him, suddenly feeling shy. It was actually a little odd without Trudy there.
“I’m really happy you called,” he said to her, following her out to his truck.
He had jeans on and a white shirt that was dirty and a little torn. There was a tear across the front that let her see his abs. She started to feel more comfortable, remembering everything they had done together. She thought about the night that they had spent together without Trudy.
Vincent looked back at her and saw her face flushed. He paused, watching her and saw her body shiver when her eyes met his. He knew, from the look in her eye, what she was thinking. He swallowed, turning forward. A smile broke on his face.
Chapter Four
She was impressed when they drove into a neighborhood full of houses. She had expected him to live in an apartment like she did. He told her he’d bought the house years before when the business he ran with his brother first began to take off. His brother lived down the street with his wife.
They went into the house together and Andrea commended him on how nicely it was decorated.
“Everything is really well done,” Andrea said, looking around as she stepped into the living room.
He walked past her, grazing her back with his hand as he walked by. He grinned at her, heading into the kitchen.
“My sister-in-law took care of everything after she saw what I had done with the house,” he said with a laugh.
She went towards him slowly, looking around at the trendy décor.
“What did you do with it?” She asked with a smile, waiting for what he would say. She thought he was funny, charming.
“Nothing. I had my TV on the wall and the couch I’ve had since college. Mattress on the bedroom floor,” he grinned as he spoke and she thought he might be joking.
She was close to him, standing a few inches away by the stove. She put her hand on his bicep, pushing him a little, thinking he was teasing her.
“Oh, really?” She said, not able to stop herself from smiling.
He nodded, taking a step closer to her. An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her just a little closer to him.
“Really. You know design, you can help me with the next house,” he said, his voice getting lower as his face leaned down towards hers.
“Next house?” Her words were interrupted by his lips pressing against hers.
Her mouth opened eagerly, letting his tongue in to explore her mouth. He tasted her sweet tongue, swirling the tip of his around hers.
He pulled away, “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself.”
She bit her lip, her pussy started to throb as he told her how much he wanted her. She kissed him hard, pulling away and looking in his eyes.
“I want you, Andrea. Just you. Can we keep it that way?” He asked her, furrowing his brows.
She nodded emphatically, nearly throwing herself against him. Her fears of not being enough for him subsided and washed away with the waves of pleasure that vibrated through her.
His hands cupped her face, holding her close to him as they kissed. He ran his fingers down to her shoulders, slowly pulling off her dress. Her breasts now naked to him, exposing her hard nipples.
She took his shirt off slowly, watching his stomach as his muscles underneath were revealed to her. She put her hands on his abdomen, running them up to his chest.
Standing on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. His hands slid down her back and onto her ass, squeezing her. She could feel his stiff dick pushed against her stomach.
Her hands dropped to his waist, undoing his jeans and pushing them down his hips. She reached beneath his briefs, grabbing his cock. He inhaled sharply as her fingers wrapped around the shaft of his dick. He got harder as she touched him.
She could feel his breathing get heavier and it turned her on even more. Her pussy was aching, throbbing to feel him inside her. She knew that she was wet and could feel her panties getting heavy.
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