Becca and Michèle
written by:
mcerotic

Michèle

Michèle was in bed in her apartment. The previous weekend had been the wildest of her life. She'd given herself to three girls and two guys in any way that they had wanted. It had started, as always, with a bet. Becca, an acrobat at Cirque du Soleil had bet her that her reservation really was in the computer. It was mis-spelled, but it was there. Michèle had found herself persuaded to go for a drink with Becca and somehow, she still didn't really understand how, she'd gone to Becca's room and spent the night with her.

Now, alone in her own bed, she couldn't get Becca out of her head. She pulled up the T-shirt she was wearing so that she could play with her breasts. They were aching for attention. She started by just stroking her them, avoiding her nipples completely, teasing herself. Gradually, she let her fingers get closer, first stroking her areolas and then, when her nipples were so hard that she could not longer stop herself, she finally let her fingers rub her nipples. It was as if she had an internal connection from her nipples to her pussy. The moment she touched them, she felt her pussy quiver. She knew she was getting wet.

She pushed her panties down to her knees, and then used her legs to work them off completely. Her legs fell apart and exposed her pussy. She started just letting herself touch her outer lips as she imagined Becca between her legs, enthusiastically licking her and sending wonderful feelings of excitement spiraling out from her pussy through the rest of her body. She used one hand to open up her pussy, exposing the inner labia. She let the other hand explore, smearing her wetness all over the folds. Her pussy was still slightly sore from taking Tom's cock, his titanic cock as she called it.

Her fingertip found her clit, hard like a little seed. It was electric when she touched it. She imagined it was Becca's finger, not her own. Becca was in her arms, her tiny breasts pressed against Michèle's much larger ones, her hand between Michèle's legs touching her in the perfect way that only another woman could.

It didn't take long. Michèle knew should could cum at any time but she continued to tease herself by not touching quite hard and fast enough to finish. She wanted to imagine it was Becca touching her a bit longer. Eventually, she couldn't wait. She let her finger touch her clit more aggressively. Her body erupted almost instantly. She bit her lip to avoid making too much noise. It had been embarrassing to have to meet her neighbors the one time she'd not been able to control herself and came ridiculously loudly. As her body flooded with pleasure and joy, her finger lightly rubbed her clit and coaxed her orgasm to last as long as she could make it. It wasn't long enough, and as it faded away her ecstasy faded too, turning to the feeling of disappointment that often followed the orgams she have to herself.

She couldn't cum twice when masturbating, unless she used a vibrator. She rarely bothered, a single orgasm would usually satisfy. But today it was not enough. She reached into the drawer beside her bed and found her vibrator. She picked the small one that she could press on her clit, not the one shaped like a cock that she could insert. She turned it on. It buzzed quietly in her hand. She touched it lightly on her clit, anything more was too much to start with. As her body got used to over-stimulation, she could press a little harder. She rocked her hips a little. Somehow the image of Becca fucking her with a strap-on came to mind. She'd never used a strap-on, either way around. She not fucked a girl with one, nor had a girl fucked her. As the vibrator brought her to her second orgasm of the evening, she imagined Becca in her arms, her little acrobat's ass rising and falling, the plastic cock moving back and forth inside her. She let the orgasm build up and then fade away. When her body was quiet, she turned the base of the vibrator and it was quiet too.

She pulled her T-shirt down. She didn't bother to put her panties back on. It felt like she was keeping them off for Becca. She was still imagining her in her arms when she fell asleep.

In the morning, Michèle had to get up and go to work at the hotel. She was annoyed with herself for not having been brave enough to ask Becca her for her phone number the previous weekend. Or giving hers. Or finding an excuse to give her a business card. Something that would give her a way to contact her. She knew her name, of course. It was in the computer. But she didn't feel she could just call Cirque du Soleil and get them to track her down. She only had the selfish reason that she wanted to see her again, not some major crisis that would justify getting the administrative offices to find her.

Becca

On the other side of Montréal, Becca lay in her own bed. Her legs were spread too. But unlike Michèle, it was not her fingers that were between her legs. There was a male acrobat fucking her. One of the nice thing about being fucked by acrobats is that they were strong, could move fast, and could last a long time. Becca was moaning encouragement as the acrobat hammered her pussy. Her body was shaking with arousal, she would probably cum before he did, and without needing to touch herself.

Another nice thing about being in the acrobats' dorm was that the female acrobats didn't have large breasts. So Becca's little breasts, that didn't do anything to turn men's heads normally, weren't outclassed by all the other women around. If the men wanted big boobs, they'd have to go out to a bar or something, and mostly they couldn't be bothered since they had hot and cold running girls along every corridor. Plus a lot of them were gay, having their own brand of fun.

However, it had only been a week since she'd had some big boobs. Not her own, of course. But when her friends' flight had been canceled, somehow she'd ended up in bed with Michèle. She'd been with Pandora and Juliet, but that was more of a threesome. Or a fivesome when they were all there at once.

But the previous Friday night was the first time that it felt like she'd gone to bed with a woman. Seduced a woman, even. If it had been left to Michèle, the two of them would never have even gone for a drink together. Michèle would never have relaxed with a little alcohol. Michèle would never have come to her room. Michèle would never have spread her legs and offered Becca the most intimate, soft, feminine corner of her body. Nor returned the favor and got her tongue up inside Becca's little shaved pussy.

Becca tore her mind away from Michèle, and concentrated on the guy she was with. But somehow thinking about Michèle was working better to get her close to the delicious point when her orgasm burst into her body like a firework. She thought about watching Michèle's shock when she first saw Tom's enormous cock, the little sounds of discomfort that escaped, as her body struggled to accept it.

Becca was almost there. "Don't stop," she said to the guy. It was embarrassing but she'd forgotten his name already. He'd probably forgotten hers, that was one of the hazards of casual sex. Tonight's was very casual. She'd been having a beer. He'd walked up and brazenly said he thought she looked good without a bra. She asked if he'd like to see them without a T-shirt too. A long, subtle seduction it was not.

Becca's cunt clenched on the guy's cock as her orgasm too over. She let out some moans of pleasure, as much for his sake as anything. Guys feel good when they make a girl come from fucking. Her body filled with wonderful feelings for a moment, but it was over too quickly. The guy was nearly there too. He pulled out of her, and knelt over her, stroking himself. The first jet of cum was really powerful and shot up Becca's body between her breasts. Then gradually the spurts got weaker until the final dribble dripped onto her mound, where her pubes would be if she hadn't had them waxed off.

He moved up the bed and gave her a cursory kiss. They talked for a minute. Becca got up and went for a shower. When she got back a few minutes later, the guy had already left. Becca wasn't disappointed. She didn't want him to stay all night. She preferred to be alone in her bed with the memories of Michèle. Fucking an acrobat was more fun than masturbation and almost as convenient, but it filled the same place in her life. Being with Michèle had been different.

In the morning, she woke up. Show business people have strange schedules, since they work late in the day. So they get up late. She glanced at her phone, it was only 11 in the morning. Despite having fucked and even cum the night before, her body was nagging her. She let her fingers slip across her belly, let her legs part, let her mind go where it wanted, which she knew was Michèle. She let herself imagine it was Michèle's tongue slithering amongst the wet folds of her pussy, not her own fingers. It didn't take her long to get herself to a somewhat unsatisfying orgasm.

Becca lay there wishing she could text Michèle. It had all been such a rush when the others left to go to the airport to catch their plane. There wasn't a good moment to ask Michèle for her number. She didn't really have a good way to give hers out, write it down on a slip of paper and slip it into her hand or something. That sounded so romantic in theory but would probably turn out weird in practice.

She formed the beginning of a plan. She'd go to the hotel and try and see Michèle. She didn't know her last name, but she knew she was the guest services manager. She'd take a ticket to the show and invite her to come and watch. In the back of her mind, she knew she would be hoping that something would come of it, but she didn't let herself think about that. It seemed like it would be tempting fate to make it all go wrong.

She went to the office and got a ticket for a show on a weeknight. As long as they avoided weekends when the show was always sold out, they could get the occasional ticket for free. Back in her room, she found a notebook, tore out a page, and wrote a note saying "Please come and see me, Becca." Then she did the thing she should have done the previous weekend. She put her phone number. She put the ticket and the note in an envelope.

She wondered what to wear. No bra, for sure. Bras were not sexy at the best of times, and her breasts were small enough that it didn't even seem like a statement to go without. Her best panties, lacy silk briefs, just in case things went better than she could imagine and Michèle got to see them. She wore jeans most days, but she decided on a skirt. Being an acrobat meant she had shapely legs, muscular without being masculine. A v-necked sweater. Show a little of the top of her modest chest without it being obvious.

She walked up to the reception desk. Michèle wasn't there but Becca knew she had a lot of other responsibilities. In the middle of the day, reception was quiet, the night before all checked out, the night to come not yet arriving to check in. She talked to one of the receptionists. Her biggest fear, that nobody would know who she was talking about, was avoided. But Michèle wasn't working that day. So she left the envelope with the ticket and, more importantly, her phone number. It was up to Michèle now. If she didn't want to see Becca again, she wouldn't text, wouldn't come and see the show. If she did...Becca pushed that thought away again, not wanting to tempt fate.

Her phone remained silent that evening. Her rational mind knew that if Michèle were off that day, she wouldn't even get the note until the next day. But her emotional mind was disappointed anyway.

It happened the next morning. Becca was still asleep. Her working hours and Michèle's were very different. But she'd not put her phone on silent deliberately. The beep woke her up.

"thanks for the ticket. i can come. M"

Becca felt a rush of excitement flood into her pussy. Not just excitement, wetness. She would see Michèle again. She had Michèle's number. She wanted to text back immediately but she made herself wait, partially so she didn't come across as an over-eager teenager, but also so that she didn't type out twenty lines of gushy girly rubbish that she'd regret later. She would text at the time she normally got up. In the meantime, she'd go back to sleep.

But she couldn't sleep. Her body had other ideas. Her nipples were hard. She reached down and experimentally slipped a finger inside her entrance. She was soaking wet. She slipped her finger up along her slit. Her clit was a lot smaller than her nipples but just as hard. Her body won, and she started to roll a fingertip on her clit. Her mind started to fantasize about Michèle. But it wasn't really sexual. They weren't naked in bed together. Instead, they were walking down the street holding hands. They went into a little French bistro for some lunch. The walked in the park. It was a different sort of fantasy. She wasn't fucking, like in her normal fantasies. She was being Michèle's girlfriend. They stood on a hilltop with the sun setting like at the end of a sentimental movie. She had her hands on Michèle's hips. Michèle held her face in her hands, bent down and kissed her. Not a big sexual kiss, but at least on the lips.

That thought, that kiss, was like a match. It lit the kindling in Becca's clit. She felt the warmth. But that was just the start. The warmth, the flames, spread to the whole of her pussy. She felt it spasm. But it was like a forest fire. Those small flames in her pussy spread, first to her belly and her breasts, and then her whole body was being consumed in a conflagration of heat. She felt her toes curl up and the hair stand up on her head. Her body shook, she couldn't keep herself quiet. Gradually the fire burned out, the final tiny flames in her pussy gradually sputtering to nothing.

She lay there on her bed analyzing things. Over-analyzing them. She was straight. Yes, she'd done some sexual things with girls, many girls did, especially if there was a man there too. Men love watching girls do stuff with each other, as much as the girls enjoy doing it. But this was different. She'd invited Michèle to a bar, chatted her up, persuaded her to come to her room. Yes, of course, then they'd done the sexual stuff. But it had been part of the package. So of course she wanted to do more sexual stuff with Michèle again. But only part of the package. The package being that Michèle would become her girlfriend, or at least be on a path to being her girlfriend one day.

Her previous relationships had all been with male students, either when she was at university or the two-year one that started when they were both students and ended when he dumped her. So far, being dumped had been the best thing that happened to her. It shook her out of her routine, made her apply for the job at the Cirque, made her into the toy for two couples, and led to her meeting Michèle. If Michèle became her girlfriend, her life would have changed so much from a year before, when she was still in a two year relationship and in a dead-end job in a city where the only reason to live was her boyfriend worked there too.

She picked up her phone. "thanks for the ticket. i can come. M" It still glowed on the screen like the most wonderful love song a girl had ever been serenaded by. She thought a little about what to reply. She decided to reply with something prosaic, but which tried to set up a meeting. In a different job, she'd just invite Michèle out to dinner. But that didn't work when she had to be on stage later.

"i can't meet you before the show. meals and alcohol don't mix with acrobatics. but i'd love to go for a late-night drink with you after"

She thought about putting her name, but she assumed, or at least hoped, that Michèle would have entered it in her phone so she'd already show up under her own name. Well, not her last name, nobody could ever spell that. She smiled to herself when she realized that her last name, that she'd struggled with when she was very little and learning to write, had led to the bet that brought Michèle into her life.

She thought about putting kisses at the end of the text, but decided the meeting was the important thing. If kisses were going to happen, they would happen in person, and saying something too strong, too soon, in a text was likely to put Michèle off.

She was assuming that she'd have to seduce Michèle into being her girlfriend. She wasn't deluding herself by believing that Michèle was ready for a girlfriend.

Michèle

But she was wrong.

Michèle had arrived at work and there was an envelope propped up on her keyboard. It didn't even have her name on the outside, so someone must have put it there by hand. She opened it. Her heart leapt when she saw that it was a Cirque du Soleil ticket. Even before she read the note, she knew who it was from. The note was brief, not the twenty page love poem that she'd have preferred. She felt a little ripple in her pussy when she saw that Becca had put her phone number. Finally, she could communicate.

But what to say? She didn't want to be too forward, she'd only scare Becca off. She didn't think that she'd have any trouble getting into her pants, Becca seemed to be up for anything sexual. But she'd have trouble getting into Becca's heart. If she wanted her to be her girlfriend, she'd have to go slowly. Nothing good would happen if she chased her too hard.

She looked at the ticket. It was for the following evening. She looked at her schedule. She was on duty at the time on the ticket. She'd reorganize it. Or be sick. Or get fired. Whatever.

"thanks for the ticket. i can come" she typed on her phone. What should she put at the end? Kisses? Hugs? A smiley face? A heart? Nothing at all. Even though her message would be coming from an unknown number, it wasn't as if Becca wouldn't know who it was from. In the end she just added her initial and pressed send. At least she had Becca's number now, so it wouldn't be the last text.

She hoped Becca would respond immediately, but then she realized she would still be asleep. The main part of her job was in the evening so she would go to bed late and get up late. She brought up the spreadsheet of banquet bookings on her computer and tried to concentrate on it, while half of her brain could only think about when Becca might get out of bed and see her text.

She was in the hotel ballroom helping a company get set up for a sales convention that started the next day when the reply arrived. Her phone beeped. She couldn't get it out of her purse fast enough.

"i can't meet you before the show. meals and alcohol don't mix with acrobatics. but i'd love to go for a late-night drink with you after"

"Excuse me a moment," she said to the sales manager she had been talking too. "I need to take care of something urgent."

She went to the bathroom. Becca's reply was almost perfect. She wanted to see Michèle again. They would go out afterwards. At first she thought of going to the hotel bar, before realizing that was boring. Convenient that she had a key that would open any unused room so a bed would be nearby if that was what they wanted. But she'd be seen by other employees. And the hotel bar late at night would be full of salesmen for the convention, mostly over 40 if not 50, so not the right ambience.

Since she was on the edge of the food and beverage industry, Michèle knew where the industry people went late at night, where the food was served late and high quality drinks were served until the early hours, and where the atmosphere was younger and livelier. One was even near her own apartment. She could take Becca there, and then...she stopped herself. She didn't want to tempt fate by thinking about what might happen afterwards. Plus, if she got turned on, then she'd have to masturbate, which would be weird in the bathroom at work.

"i know a perfect late night place" she texted back.

Her phone beeped almost immediately. It sounded like a gong echoing around the tiled bathroom.

"your bed? lol"

Michèle wondered how much Becca meant by it. It was the perfect reply, in some ways. Flirty. Amusing. Offering the prospect of sex. Or perhaps the ‘lol' at the end meant that she thought Michèle wanted that, but she wasn't going to be offering, that one weekend had been enough. What she really wanted to say to Becca was that she'd like nothing more than to invite her into her own bed, but of course that wouldn't be in the spirit of where there relationship had reached. Before she could stop herself, she sent a reply.

"you wish"

She sat and thought about whether she should have said it. Did it sound like she didn't want Becca? Or that she did, but was playing hard-to-get? Michèle realized that she didn't really have any prior experience of flirting by text, she wasn't really sure how it was done.

She sat there in the bathroom for a moment waiting, but there was no instant reply. She needed to get back to the sales manager anyway.

Becca

Becca ought to get up, but she had just texted Michèle inviting her to a drink after the show. She was naked in bed. She realized she was absent-mindedly touching her pussy. Not exactly masturbating, just pleasant but not really stimulating herself. A tiny bit of arousal but not too much.

Her phone beeped. "i know the perfect late night place"

Of course she would. It was her industry, hospitality. Just like the Cirque people had their own favorite bars near the theater that they would go to after the show, people who worked in bars and restaurants had their own places. Despite spending all evening surrounded by food and drink, they were working. They needed to go to eat and drink later, once their own places closed.

Becca tried to think of an amusing way to accept the invitation. Something more flirty than making arrangements about where to meet. Suddenly she realized where ‘the perfect late night place' was.

"your bed" she typed. But that was too direct. For a start, it was a statement. She added a question mark. But it was still too like she was serious. Like Michèle had to say yes or no right then and there. Even the Cirque guys weren't that direct. They would say she had a nice ass or she filled out her bodysuit nicely. Not simply ask if she was down to fuck. But the reply to Michèle had to be fast, as if she'd done it on the spur of the moment. She added ‘lol' to the end and hit send.

"your bed? lol"

She thought about it. Not bad, especially for less than a minute thinking about it. They had already had sex so it was flirty rather than suggesting something that might be too direct if they had not.

She wondered how the evening would go. Of course Michèle would see the show. Becca would be interested if she could even tell which of the acrobats was her. With the patterned body suits, and the makeup, all the girls looked similar. Sexy, shapely, athletic, yes. But the aim of the costumes was to make them all look like that in the same way. Then they would go to a bar. Probably one that served food, which would be a good thing. She was usually hungry after a show, not having eaten since lunch. She was just wondering whether she'd dare invite Michèle back to her dorm when her phone beeped.

"you wish"

It felt like a bluff in a game of poker. As if Michèle knew Becca did indeed wish to be in her bed, but she said it in a teasing way as if it was a jokey reply to Becca's jokey text about her bed being the perfect late night place. On the surface, they'd almost invited each other into bed, but in a way that was completely deniable.

She wanted to reply but couldn't think of anything. She could admit that she did, indeed, wish, but that was too direct. Too much, too soon. Besides, Michèle already knew that. She'd not kept her sexual appetite hidden from her. She'd admitted she slept around at the Cirque. Plus she'd spent a weekend of non-stop sex where Michèle had been both a participant and an audience member. She decided she'd text later in the day when inspiration hit. So reluctantly she removed her hand from between her legs, got out of bed and went for a shower

It would be hard to wait until the following evening. She wished she'd got a ticket that very night, but that would have risked Michèle not being able to come. At least she hadn't picked a date a couple of weeks out. She would have had a hard time waiting that long.

Michèle

Michèle was finally leaving the hotel to go to Cirque du Soleil. The two days had dragged interminably. She'd managed to do the most important thing, to get someone else to cover for her that evening. She'd nearly texted Becca several times, but the ball seemed to be in her court. Her own "you wish" had been the last text.

She hoped that she hadn't put Becca off in any way. She was confident that Becca would have uncomplicated sex with her. She just had to ask, if Becca didn't initiate it herself. But she might not want a relationship, and she might not even want sex if she thought it was going to bring unwanted complications.

She was on the subway to the show when her phone beeped. Having been quiet for two days, she wasn't expecting it to be Becca.

"i bet you can't tell which acrobat is me"

That seemed unlikely. She knew every corner of Becca's body, her face, her hair, the shape of her little breasts. However, more importantly, she knew that Becca was making a bet with her, knowing that bets with her always led to sex. At the very least, Becca would be in her bed that night.

It had been funny that morning. Usually she didn't bother about her bed, but she'd carefully smoothed out all the bedding. Even her breakfast coffee cup, which was usually just left on the counter, went in the dishwasher. She wasn't certain Becca would be coming back with her, but she didn't want her place to be an embarrassing mess if she did.

She arrived at the theater. The guy at the door looked at her ticket.

"This is a staff ticket," he said.

Michèle's heart dropped when she heard that. She thought Becca had given her a ticket that she couldn't actually use. But that wasn't what he meant at all.

"Let's find you a better seat," he said. He walked over to the computer, tapped a few keys, and a printer spat out a new ticket. A girl in a leopard-print body suit and whiskers came up. He gave her the ticket. The leopard girl led her down and seated her in the front row. Michèle was confident that she'd be able to identify Becca from that range.

It was tougher than she expected. A couple of times when they were at the front of the stage she was pretty certain she spotted her. But when they were doing tumbling routines or up in the air on some metal contraption, all the girls looked the same. Michèle didn't really care if she won or lost the bet. Her pussy was humming with happiness at the fact that the bet had been made.

When the show ended, her phone beeped again.

"give me half an hour to clean up. meet me at the stage door"

There was a second message saying what street the stage door was on, round the back of the theater. Becca came out a bit later. She took Michèle's hand. It was a small thing but it seemed significant. Becca was wearing a v-necked sweater on top, and a short skirt that showed off her legs.

"Sorry, I'm a mess," she said. "I don't think I even got all my makeup off. And I didn't have time for a shower."

"Don't worry, you can have one at my place," Michèle said without thinking. Then it hit her what she'd just said.

Becca stopped walking. "Did you really just say that?"

"Apparently. I didn't mean to."

"Because you didn't mean it? Or you didn't want to say it?"

The two of them started walking again. Michèle led them down into a metro station.

"It's too soon. I was going to take you for dinner. Then maybe say something a bit more subtle. Like Netflix and chill."

Becca laughed. "That's such a cliché that no girl expects to even see a movie if they get invited back to a guy's place for that."

"Or a girl's."

"So I'm going to say yes in advance."

"You're saying yes to what?"

"We'll go and have dinner and a drink or two. At some point, just before we're leaving, you'll invite me back to your place. For a nightcap or something innocent, even though we both know what the invitation really means. I'm saying yes now. So you don't have to worry that I might turn you down when you ask. That I'll claim I'm too tired, or I have to be up early."

"I'm so glad," Michèle said. "I was worried that the weekend was so overwhelming that...well, I'd be an anti-climax."

"Don't worry. That weekend was wild. Probably the wildest weekend either of us will ever have for the rest of our lives. But the night with you was special. It was a first time for me."

"You'd been with girls before."

"Yes. Pandora and Juliet. But only as part of threesomes. Or five-somes. Or a six-some. I'd never met you and I sort of seduced you."

"You did. I didn't even plan to go for a drink with you. Let alone go to your room. How did you do it?"

"I don't really know. I made you come for a drink with me. I made you drink some alcohol. I went first on revealing some intimate secrets. I made it obvious what I wanted. It was so different from with a guy."

"How do you mean?"

"You can't seduce a guy. You have to let them do the work. Resist a little and then give in. Guys don't like girls to be too easy or too hard. They certainly don't want the girl to be hitting on them. That's slutty."

Michèle laughed. "True. I stick out my boobs, but that's not going to work for you."

"Yes. But I've discovered guys love the idea of nailing an acrobat."

"Why?"

"Because they think you can get your body into all sorts of positions a regular girl can't."

"And can you?"

Becca leant over and whispered in Michèle's ear. "I can fuck with my ankles behind my neck."

"Oh my god. That's hot to imagine. Do it for me sometime."

Michèle led Becca off the subway and out of the Plateau station to the bistro near her apartment. Becca knew she lived in that part of town, so she would guess her apartment was very close. They went down a short flight of stairs into the basement restaurant. Despite being nearly midnight, the place was almost full. They found a table.

"Order drinks for us," Michèle said.

The server came over and Becca glanced over the wine list and ordered a bottle of Burgundy.

"We'd better behave in here," Michèle said.

"How do you mean? No playing with your boobs."

"Well, I wasn't really worried about that. But we can't talk like we did on the street."

"You mean about fucking," Becca said in a loud voice.

"Behave," Michèle said in a stage whisper. "I live around here."

"Okay. I won't be embarrassing."

The server came back with the wine, uncorked the bottle, and poured two glasses.

"So have you ever had a relationship?" Becca asked.

"As opposed to losing bets?"

"Exactly."

"One serious one."

"Did you live together?"

"No. I've never lived with someone."

"I'll be the first," Becca said.

Although Michèle knew she wasn't completely serious, the very fact that she dared to think it, dared to say it, was a good sign. Maybe Becca really would be more than just a girl to fuck from time to time. But that was a conversation that wouldn't even start until the following morning. Tonight Becca was hers to seduce. Moreover, she'd already made it easy and riskless by accepting in advance.

"I'd better not invite you over tonight," Michèle said. "You might never leave."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Never. You know that. You know I've played with a few girls, but always with men there too. Except with you. You felt different. It was special."

"Do you want to try? I've never had a girlfriend either. Only boyfriends."

"What do you mean?"

"I've not thought it through," Becca said. She took a large gulp of her wine as if she needed a little boost of courage. She moved to the other side of the table so she was sitting alongside Michèle and could talk quietly enough that nobody else could overhear. "Tonight," Becca said, "I'm going to fuck you. It's all about the sex. Then we sleep. In the morning you decide. You tell me to leave, and I will. Or you ask me to stay."

"And you will?"

"Yes. I know it's insane. But let's try it. If it doesn't work out, I can always go back to my Cirque dorm."

"What about men?"

"You mean will I be able to live without them?"

"Yes."

"I don't know. We may need to get a toy one to share very so often. Or if you don't want to know, I can fuck the occasional acrobat when my body insists. How about you?"

"I go without sex for long periods anyway. I can manage. But you can't. You probably had sex this morning."

"Actually, I kept myself for you. I know it sounds silly, but I really did. I didn't want...oh, that's disgusting to even think about."

"You wanted to be clean for me? No semen in your vagina."

Becca laughed. "Basically. But you make it sound so clinical."

"Let's finish this wine later," Michèle said, pushing the cork into the bottle.

"Instead of a post-sex cigarette. Since we don't smoke."

"You read my thoughts exactly."

Michèle paid for the wine, took Becca's hand and they left. In a few minutes they walked up the iron stairs that went up to her second floor apartment. She opened the door. It was mostly one large room, with an area in the corner slightly screened off where Michèle's bed was.

"Welcome to your new home...maybe," she said.

Becca

Becca wondered what she'd done when Michèle took her hand and they left the restaurant. She wasn't sure if her dream was coming true or if things were spiraling out of control. She'd wondered if Michèle would be open to the idea of a girlfriend, and assumed that they'd maybe go on a few dates and see if they liked each other enough. Presumably more sex. But that it would take time, measured in weeks if not months.

It took less than an hour. That was all it took from the first mention of a girlfriend to offering to move in. Unless Michèle changed her mind and threw her out in the morning, she had her first girlfriend. Not only that, they would already be living together. She barely knew Michèle, so whatever happened would be a voyage of discovery. Hopefully Michèle didn't have too many habits that annoyed her, and she didn't have too many herself that Michèle found irritating. Becca's live-in boyfriend always left the toothpaste uncapped. It annoyed her beyond any rational reason. But she bit her tongue. She knew she had to pick the hills that were worth dying on, and that wasn't one.

She followed Michèle up the iron staircase to her apartment. That seemed to be the style of buildings on the Plateau, which were either old or built to look the part. Michèle opened the door. She walked into a large room that seemed to be at once the living room, kitchen and bedroom.

"Welcome to your new home...maybe," Michèle said.

Michèle took Becca into her arms and kissed her. The kiss got more and more passionate. Becca stepped back, undid the buttons up the front of Michèle's blouse and took it off. She reached around Michèle's back and unclipped her bra. Even Becca had to admit to herself that big breasts were a special treat. She reached down to Michèle's pants and undid the button.

Michèle put her hand on Becca's and stopped her undoing the zipper. For a moment Becca had a feeling of disappointment, that Michèle was not going to take her to bed. But Michèle had something else in mind.

"What color are they?" she said. "I bet you can't guess."

Becca remembered that Michèle had told her about someone who had bet her that before. A bet she won but somehow ended up without her pants anyway.

"What do I win?"

"You get to take them off."

"And if I lose?"

Michèle laughed. "I guess I'll have to take them off for you."

Becca thought for a moment. Michèle's bra had been light blue so there was at least a chance she had matching panties.

"So I'm going to guess that you are an anal sort of woman who wears matching underwear. So light blue."

"You get to take them off," Michèle said, unzipping her pants and revealing the front of her blue panties.

Becca reached out, and pulled Michèle's pants down along with her panties. She squatted down, took her shoes and sock off. Michèle stepped naked out of the clothes at her ankles. Becca leant forward and planted a kiss on her red pubes.

"I knew you were anal. I've seen you do it."

"Oh my god. I can't believe it went in. I had Tom in me at the same time."

"It's a good job you're a big girl."

"I promised you a shower."

"You did. I was so surprised when you said that. You hadn't invited me over at that point."

"What did you hope would happen this evening?" Michèle said as she pulled Becca's sweater over her head, exposing her breasts. Becca thought for a moment, wondering how much to tell, how much to reveal about wondering if Michèle might become her girlfriend one day. She turned around and Michèle undid the zipper on her skirt. "I thought we'd go and have a meal and dinner. That you'd invite me back to your place. We'd have sex, of course. I never doubted that. If things went really well, then maybe you'd want to see me again, and maybe something would develop over time."

"I pretty much had the same idea. I'd take you to the bistro we went to. Unless something went very wrong, I'd see if you wanted a final drink back here. We'd end up in bed. I wondered if there was any possibility that one day you'd be my girlfriend, and I hadn't a clue what I needed to do to make it happen."

Becca was thrilled that Michèle had been thinking along the same lines as she had been herself. Michèle wanted Becca to be her girlfriend, and was strategizing how to make it happen, how best to behave that night. The night that was still not over.

"Yours are light blue too," Michèle said, as Becca felt her panties being pulled over her hips and dropped to the ground. Michèle put her hand on her back and guided her to the bathroom. She turned on the shower. "I'd come in with you but it's not really big enough. I'll sit here and watch through the glass door."

Becca got into the shower. She was a little self-conscious washing herself with Michèle watching her every movement. Especially when she took the washcloth and cleaned between her legs. When she got out, Michèle got a clean towel out of the cupboard and Becca just had to stand there and enjoy the feeling of being dried. A moment later she was in Michèle's bed. Naked. Ready.

Michèle was in the kitchen. She came back with two glasses and the half-empty bottle of wine. She poured out two glasses and put them on the ledges on either side of the bed. Becca felt that Michèle was delaying, not quite ready to get into bed and offer her body freely. Finally, she slipped under the covers and took Becca in her arms.

Becca realized that she'd said earlier that it would be all about sex that night, the relationship would or would not start in the morning. But she realized it was already happening. She didn't know how Michèle felt, but she felt she would be making love to Michèle that night, not fucking her. In her mind at least, Michèle was already her girlfriend. Her first girlfriend.

She kissed her girlfriend.

"I'm so happy," Becca said.

"Me too. So unexpected."

"It's not like I told you I was going to move to Montréal."

Michèle laughed. "No, that's not what I meant. Just having a girlfriend. I suddenly have a girlfriend despite...not being lesbian. I mean, when I was a virgin I fantasized about boys. In an ignorant GI-Joe genitals kind of way. Then when I became, what people seem to call sexually active, it was all boys. Years later, I licked a girl when a guy told me I had to. I'm not going to pretend I hated it. But now, here we are. Just girls. Do you feel the same?"

Becca started to analyze her own feelings but then realized it was the lesbian cliché. They talked about love and sex and emotions all the time. But never actually did it.

"I'll tell you later," she said, pushing Michèle onto her back and lowering her mouth onto one of her magnificent breasts. Michèle gasped at the touch of her tongue. Becca realized she was hungry for Michèle, and it was best for Michèle to know it. And she didn't mean just saying it.

She slid down Michèle's body. She was disappointed Michèle's legs weren't already spread invitingly, but a moment later the gates to heaven opened and there was Michèle's pussy. After last weekend, it looked familiar. Fleshy outer lips with just a few sprinkles of reddish hair. The pink inner folds hidden inside. Her tongue dived in, pressing into the cleft, seeking the opening to her body. She listened to Michèle moaning and sighing. She was already out of it. Of course, it was just sex but Becca hoped that Michèle was feeling the emotional stuff as much as she was. Her tongue was making love to Michèle's insides. You can't get deeper into a girl than that. She knew Michèle was close. That was a good sign. Girls can't cum unless they are totally comfortable, and they can't usually come fast without a genuine connection.

Becca decided to move to Michèle's clit. It only took a few seconds and Michèle came. She gasped, thrust her hips into Becca's mouth. It felt like Michèle's orgasm had taken over her body like an alien from outer space.

"I love you," she said.

Becca loved hearing that, even though she knew that an outburst like that in the middle of an orgasm wasn't something dependable. Girls, and boys, said things they didn't mean when their body was overwhelmed. But it wasn't nothing either. She teased Michèle's clit with her tongue until she realized she was becoming too sensitive. She stopped before she got pushed away, moved her tongue lower and licked up the juice that had flooded Michèle's cunt and was now seeping out for her slit. Finally, Becca moved back up the bed and waited for Michèle to come back to earth.

"Oh gosh, that was wonderful," Michèle said.

"You can have it any time you want."

"I suppose. You've lived with someone. Does sex get less exciting?"

"I guess you have less after two years than two days. You don't even have to live with someone to know that."

"Can I make love to you in the morning? I'm so tired now."

"Of course. Would you like me to masturbate for you? You only have to watch."

"Wow. Would you? That seems so intimate. I'm not sure I could do that for you yet."

"Sit up."

Michèle sat leaning against the headboard of the bed. Becca moved down the bed, and turned around. She lay back on Michèle's legs, facing her, and spread her own. She felt totally exposed, knowing that every tiny fold of her pussy was available to Michèle's gaze. She reached down with one hand and spread her outer lips. It opened up her inner lips a little too. She had an idea what Michèle would be seeing, although she couldn't see that corner of her body herself, of course.

"I wish I could see too," she said.

"Wait."

Michèle picked up her phone, turned it to front-camera video and held it up. The screen was filled with a close-up of Becca's hairless pussy. Of course Becca had looked in the mirror from time to time, all girls did, but she'd never seen her pussy with someone else there. She couldn't even remember masturbating in front of a mirror while she watched herself, although it was just the sort of thing she knew she would have done as a virgin teenager.

Becca watched the phone as she started to run her fingers up and down the length of her pussy. As Michèle had said, it looked really intimate, even more so since she could see what Michèle was seeing at the same time. She slipped a finger into her opening. It was odd the way it sort of disappeared into her body. She was already wet, licking Michèle, spreading her legs for her, watching on the screen. It all made for a sexually charged atmosphere. She'd occasionally masturbated for boyfriends before. After all, if she wanted them to do it for her, that was only fair. But this was the first time she'd masturbated with another girl watching.

She slipped the finger out of her cunt, now all slippery with her juice, and moved it down to her asshole. She watched on the screen as she circled a fingertip on the rough puckered skin, then pushed the tip inside. She glanced up at Michèle, who was watching intently as if she was seeing a girl masturbate for the first time, which she might very well have been.

While she worked one finger into her ass, she moved her other hand to give her clit the attention it desired. She let out little whimpers of pleasure as she started to rub it, partially because it felt so good, and partially because she was putting on a show for her girlfriend.

"It's beautiful to watch," Michèle said.

"It's odd that I can see too. On your phone."

"I want to see you cum. It'll be exciting."

"I want to cum for you. With you watching."

"Do you want my vibrator?"

"No. I can get there with just fingers. It's a little slower but a vibrator seems like it would be less fun to watch."

Becca was torn between shutting her eyes and focusing on the feeling in her pussy, or having the visual aspect too. She knew when she finally got there, she'd not be able to keep her eyes open. Somehow she always closed her eyes when she came, no matter how hard she tried not to.

Becca's fingers knew their way around her pussy by touch, of course. She let the finger on her clit move a little faster, let her arousal build up. She started to slip her finger in and out of her ass. When she'd been a little girl, she'd finger her vagina when she masturbated, but at some point she'd switched to her ass, maybe when puberty delivered all those extra folds she didn't remember being there before. One finger on her clit, and one in her ass. Unless she used a vibrator, when she just pushed it in and used it as a cock in her cunt, which felt more like fucking than masturbating. And she preferred a boy for that.

She looked at the phone again. She could see the finger slipping in and out of her ass. It looked a little dirty and taboo, but she knew that was partially the point. She could see the pink folds of her labia, and at the top of them her other finger, making little tiny circles on what she knew, but couldn't see, was her clit.

"I'm close," she said, as she felt the tension building up inside her like an elastic band being stretched close to breaking point. She knew she could cum any time now, she was enjoying holding herself just short, almost teasing herself. "Tell me when," she said.

"Really?" Michèle said. "Okay. Do it in ten seconds."

"Count me down."

Michèle counted down like a space mission. "Ten...nine..."

Becca let her get to about five and then she rubbed her clit hard and fast. She pushed the entire length of her finger into her ass. A few seconds later she vaguely heard Michèle's countdown finish. "Two...one...zero." But she was already cumming, her eyes closed, her ears barely listening. Her pussy was flooding and pulsating with pleasure, she could feel her orgasm through the finger in her asshole.

"Oh yes, I'm cumming...for you."

She fingered and stroked and caressed every little ripple of excitement. As her orgasm died down, she opened her eyes and looked at the phone again. She pulled her finger from her ass and lifted the other from her clit. On the screen was just her post-orgasmic pussy, all engorged and pink and wet.

"Fuck, that was hot," Michèle said.

"It felt like I was putting on a show for you," Becca said. She realized she really had some of the same feelings she had when she was on stage performing. In some sense performing on automatic pilot, in some sense connecting to the audience. In this case, of course, an audience of one. One girlfriend. Becca felt a little flutter of excitement in her stomach at the thought that she had a girlfriend for the first time in her life.

Michèle must have felt the same, because when Becca rolled off Michèle's legs, she kissed her. "Goodnight...girlfriend," Michèle said.

"Did you ever expect to have a girlfriend?"

Michèle laughed. "Not at all. I still can't really believe it. But I need to sleep. I don't get to sleep until lunchtime like you. It's not a day I'm working late."

The two women wrapped their arms around each other and soon were asleep.

Michèle

Michèle woke at her normal time. Becca was fast asleep beside her, several hours before the time she normally would get up. She slipped out of bed, doing her best not to wake Becca. She had a quick shower and got dressed in the casual clothes she wore to go to work on the metro. She'd change at the hotel into her uniform.

Coming up towards lunchtime, she texted Becca.

"awake yet?"

Becca replied immediately. "yes. just trying to find where you hide your coffee."

"haha. living together isn't all sex. in the cupboard above the sink to the right"

"if i come to hotel do you have time to have lunch?"

"not today. but sometimes"

Actually, Michèle had decided to go on an errand at lunchtime. But it was an errand that she wanted to surprise Becca with, so she had to go alone. She was pretty certain that Becca would not be able to survive on an all-female diet, that she would crave cock from time to time. At least some of that time, Michèle wanted to be the one to provide it, which meant she had to buy one.

There was a well-known female-friendly sex shop downtown, walking distance from the hotel. Michèle hadn't ever really looked at strap-on cocks before. She was almost surprised that she even knew they existed. It turned out that there was a whole wall of them.

Some were a life-like color, and for any skin tone. Some were odd colors like blue or purple. Some were shaped like a real cock, some were just plain cylinders. Michèle was trying to remember how big a nice-sized cock was. She didn't want to buy something that was enormous, on the other hand she knew Becca preferred liked large ones. Plus, of course, after Tom anything would seem manageable. In the end she went for one of the realistic ones. The same color as her own skin, a true cock shape with a head and ridged veins. The sort of cock she might actually have had if she'd not been born a girl. Or rather the sort of cock she might have grown up to have.

She got an assistant to help her pick out a harness, since she didn't really know how they worked. She was expecting it to be an embarrassing conversation, and that she'd be blushing beet red, but it turned out to be very normal, as if she was discussing something a little specialized in a more everyday context, such as which cordless drill she should buy. On a whim, she decided to buy a blindfold, a black mask that covered the eyes with elastic that went behind the head to hold it in place. If the opportunity was there, she would try and surprise Becca with her new cock by feeling alone, not letting her see it until afterwards.

As she paid, she realized that if things went well, if things worked out with Becca, that this probably wouldn't be the last dildo they would buy. She felt a little flutter between her legs at the thought that next time they'd probably buy it together.

When you've bought a new treat and want to try it out, the day drags on interminably. However, Michèle had forgotten that Becca would have had to go to the theater before she got home, so she arrived back to her empty apartment as usual. At least it gave her some time. She washed the cock in soapy water and then rinsed it several times. Then she threaded it through the harness. She put it in the drawer of the nightstand beside her bed, along with the blindfold and the bottle of lube that the assistant in the sex-store had also insisted she buy. "It'll just go in more easily," she had said.

On the way home, Michèle stopped at the supermarket. Since Becca was performing that evening, she wouldn't have eaten dinner before. Instead, she would eat after the show. And Michèle was going to make dinner for her unexpected live-in girlfriend for the first time. She bought some fish and some vegetables. As she put strawberries into her basket, she realized it was a cliché for lovers to feed each other strawberries, but she didn't care. She added some crème fraiche. Finally a bottle of champagne. It wasn't like she would buy Champagne every night but this would be their first evening together as...well, whatever the word was for what they were. Husband and wife. Except neither of them was a guy and they weren't married, but that was what it felt most like.

Michèle laid the dining table for two, and put a candle on it. She'd done what prep work she could and she finally sat down just a minute before she heard Becca's key—the key that she'd left her that morning when she'd gone to work—in the lock.

Becca gasped when she saw the scene. The candle, the champagne, the table for two. She stood there in the doorway. She was pulling one of those wheeled suitcases.

"You really are moving in," Michèle said.

"You didn't change your mind?" Becca said.

"No, of course not. Look." She waved her hand towards the table, set for dinner. The candle. The champagne. Strawberries and cream.

"I was feeling insecure today. I half-wondered if I'd feel an idiot arriving with a suitcase to find you having had second thoughts."

"No. I admit it's a big step. But I haven't had the slightest doubt all day."

Becca sat down at the table. "What does a girl have to do to get some service around here?" she said laughing.

"Shut up and open the wine while I finish cooking dinner."

"I don't think I've ever opened champagne before. What to I do?"

"Really? You lived with a guy for a couple of years and he never bought you champagne?"

"He did. But he opened it. So I am a champagne virgin. Be gentle, it's my first time."

Michèle laughed. "Take the foil off the top, all of it. So the little wire cage is exposed."

She put the fish into a pan as she watched Becca remove the capsule.

"Now hold the bottle with your thumb on the top of the cork," Michèle continued. "So that if it wants to come out on its own it can't. Undo the little wire loop and take the whole wire thing off."

"It's complicated," Becca said as she removed the cage.

"Now ignore everything you've ever seen in a movie. The idea is not to make a big bang and have the cork fly across the room. Hold the cork with one hand, and the base of the bottle with the other. Now, here's the trick. Turn the bottle, not the cork. See how quietly you can get the cork out."

Becca grasped the cork and bottle. As she turned the bottle, a small sound of gas was all the noise, and then Becca had the cork out completely. She poured two glasses, took one in each hand and walked across to where Michèle was cooking.

"Champagne for my lover," Becca said, passing her one of the glasses. Michèle felt a flutter of affection in her stomach. They'd been together for just a day but already it seemed perfect.

After dinner, Michèle produced the blindfold.

"You're going to tie me up?" Becca asked.

"No. Why?"

"That's what happened last time I was blindfolded. By Pandora."

"No tying. Would you like that?"

"Not today. But one day, sure. If you want to, I mean."

"I do have a secret," Michèle said. "And it is a being-in-bed type of secret."

"Ooh, I can't wait."

"You don't have to," Michèle said. She put the blindfold over Becca's eyes and pulled the elastic over her head and threaded her ponytail through it.

Michèle looked at Becca. The combination of her petite body and the blindfold made her look so innocent. Michèle pulled her sweatshirt off over her head. She hadn't put a bra on after her performance so she was now topless. She led her over to the bed. Without being asked, Becca clambered onto the bed and lay on her back, her tiny breasts crowned by nipples that were clearly already hard with anticipation.

Michèle undid Becca's pants and pulled them off. Because of talking about the bet about panties, she was still intrigued at the little discovery of what Becca was wearing each day. A bright scarlet thong today. Michèle reached out and took hold of it. Becca lifted her ass off the bed so that Michèle could pull her panties off easily.

Becca spread her legs, offering Michèle her shaved pussy with its cute little pink petals, her little sexual orchid. Michèle wondered if she was doing it for her, or because she was eager for attention. It didn't matter. Michèle was going to give her pussy all the attention it wanted. Becca gasped as Michèle's tongue touched her pussy, unable to see what was happening behind the blindfold until it had already happened.

Becca tasted sweet as Michèle's tongue explored. To start with, Michèle licked randomly, surprising her each time her pussy felt an unanticipated touch.

"It's so odd," she said, "I have no idea where the next lick is going to happen."

Michèle pushed below Becca's pussy and the tip of her tongue touched her asshole. Becca gasped. Michèle had no idea if it was surprise or arousal, a bit of both she hoped. She moved back up, running her tongue the entire length of Becca's slit up to her clit.

"Oh yes," Becca moaned as Michèle started to focus a bit more on her clit. Michèle let a finger start to play too, sometimes pushing a little way into her pussy, sometimes rubbing her asshole, sometimes just tickling the general area. Her tongue stimulated her clit, sometimes circling around it, sometimes touching it directly, which elicited little gasps of surprise when a little twinge of pleasure clearly shot into the little acrobat's body.

Michèle could tell that Becca was close. She slipped her finger into her pussy. As she started to lick her clit more rhythmically, she started to finger-fuck her too. Becca was panting and gasping and just on the point of orgasm.

"Yes, I..." she cried, but that was as far as she got before her body erupted and only noises escaped her mouth, nothing as controlled as real words. Michèle used her tongue to cajole every scrap of pleasure out of Becca's pussy.

Afterwards, while Becca lay semi-conscious on the bed, Michèle got the strap-on in its harness out of the nightstand. She squirted lube onto her hand and rubbed it on her new cock. It looked obscene, like something out of a porno movie, to see herself stroking her cock as if she were a guy. She moved between Becca's legs, positioned it at her opening but just keeping it from touching so she had no idea what was about to happen. Then she thrust her hips forward.

Becca cried in surprise as the knob of the plastic cock vanished into her tight little pussy.

"What? Fuck. Don't stop, whatever you're doing."

"I've got a cock for the first time in my life."

"I figured. It feels wonderful." Becca reached up and put her hands on Michèle's large breasts. "A cock and big breasts, what a treat."

"Usually it's either/or," Michèle said, laughing.

Michèle pushed her cock in a little deeper. She was a bit worried about hurting the smaller girl. Since she was doing it for the first time, she wasn't really sure how hard to push, but Becca had a big smile on her face so she figured she wasn't causing any discomfort.

Michèle might not have been fucked as much as Becca, and certainly not by so many men, so she had plenty of experience of fucking. But it felt very different to be doing it, to be the guy. In most positions, the girl is being fucked by the guys cock, and even when she is on top, she is not really thrusting in and out. But with Becca on her back and Michèle between her legs, it truly felt like she was a man fucking a girl. Becca was making exciting purring sounds so was, presumably, feeling like a girl being fucked by...well, if not a man, at least a cock. With her hands on Michèle's breasts, she was clearly being fucked by a woman.

"Okay?" Michèle asked, although with Becca letting out little moans of pleasure, she knew she was fine.

"It's perfect," Becca sighed. She moved her hands off Michèle's breasts and put them on her hips. She guided Michèle slightly, showing her just the rate she wanted to be fucked at.

"Keep going like that, you'll make me cum again."

Becca pulled her legs up. To Michèle's surprise, she grabbed one of her calves and put her ankle behind her neck. Then she did the same to her other leg. She was bent double, her pussy completely exposed to Michèle's plastic cock. Becca put her hands back on Michèle's hips and once again guided her.

"Yes...yes...just like that...perfect...I'm there."

Becca climaxed again. Less dramatic than earlier when Michèle had licked her, but obvious enough that she'd had known even if Becca hadn't given a running commentary.

"Oh yes...like that...it's wonderful...I'm cumming...don't stop...yes...oh fuck me...fuck me hard girl...never said that before...oh...oh...yes."

Becca's orgasm died away and Michèle suddenly felt slightly embarrassed, sitting back on her heels with a plastic toy embedded in the girl in front of her. Should she just pull it out? Should she do something special? In the end, she just moved back, the cock came out. Michèle moved up the bed and lay beside Becca. She kissed her and took the blindfold off. Becca glanced down at Michèle's crotch.

She laughed. "Fuck, that looks weird...but in a good way." She reached down and wrapped her hand around it. "It's a lot harder...than a real one I mean."

Michèle laughed. "And when did you ever complain a man wasn't hard enough?"

"That would be never. Usually it's fine. Of course there've been a few misfires. Usually after drinking too much. Either he can't get hard or I don't get open." Michèle watched as Becca stroked the toy. Of course she felt nothing, despite it looking sexy.

Michèle undid the harness and took the cock off. She took Becca in her arms and kissed her. "I'm so glad you happened," she said. "That you made me a bet and then seduced me."

Becca smiled. "I'm so glad too. You've been a non-stop adventure."

"There's more to come."

"I can't wait."

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