Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... you back," she said. "And, shit, we reek, don't we?" She rolled off of me, the waking magic broken. "Can I use your shower stuff? I don't want to to go back to the girls like this."

"You've done worse walks of shame."

"Yeah, but not with pussy breath."

I turned my head to look at her. She did look a mess. It was harder to be jealous of her perfect curls when you realized how much work they took. "You have cock breath, too," I accused.

Heather reached out a hand. She laid her fingers on my cheek. "I don't regret it Melly. It's just—" A shadow flickered past her eyes. "Despite what everyone thinks, we don't do naked pillow fights. Some of the girls, they'd be a problem."

Green eyes held mine. I was still waking up. Exactly what they were trying to tell me was beyond my current faculties. But I thought maybe I got the idea.

"So can I use your shower stuff of not?" Heather asked.

I tried to suppress my smile. But I failed. My cheeks dimpled, betraying me. "It'll cost you."

"What?"

"A kiss."

"No offense bitch, but you have serious morning breath."

"So do you. And cock breath. And—"

Heather leaned in. Slow, tentative. She closed her eyes right before our lips touched. It was radically different than our kiss last night had been. Stiff. Awkward. Almost chaste. Both of us conscious of our stale breath.

And then, with a whimper like giving up, Heather melted. Her lips softened. I stuck ...

... my tongue between them as I rolled on top of her.

I took what I needed from her mouth and she gave it eagerly. Buy the time I was done, I found I was no longer afraid. I moved to her ear, nibbled at it, and then breathed in deep to say the impossible words. "Heather I—"

"Melly, wait," Heather interrupted me. Her earlobe slipped away. Her lips replaced it, searching for mine. Trying to shut me up.

But I was defiant. "Heather, I love you," I said.

My confidence vanished into the silence. I held perfectly still. Not even daring to breath.

Heather wasn't breathing either.

Finally, with the last air in her lungs, "I know," she breathed.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I couldn't do it."

Heather's eyes flickered open. Around them, mussed foundation tried and failed to mask her perfect features. A halo of tarnished gold curls framed it all.

"You dumb bitch," she said. "I know. How many times do I have to tell you?"

My mouth moved. No sound came out.

Beneath me, Heather rolled her eyes. She planted her hands on either side of my face and pulled me in. Now it was my turn to yielded to her tongue.

Thanks so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it! Heather and Mel will be back after I work through a few more in-progress stories.

If you want to leave a comment either publicly or privately, that's always appreciated. I wanted to try a lot more dialogue with this one: let me know if it worked!