6 comments/ 20015 views/ 16 favorites This Could Get Interesting Ch. 01 By: MaggieG "How's the fish?" Ethan says, scraping at his plate with his fork. I nod at him in approval. We are quiet and I feel awkward, but I remind myself that I never have to see him again after tonight. I smile up at him and he shovels a giant bite of spaghetti into his mouth. Ethan is nice looking. He's tall, dark and kind of handsome. Our mutual friend Regina set us up and I've never known her to get something so wrong. "So, you're into film?" he smiles at me over the flicker of the candle in the middle of our table. "I am," I sip my wine. "I studied at Columbia in Chicago. I thought I'd mentioned that already," I look down at my fish and take another gulp of wine. "Huh, maybe you did. I'm sorry," "Will you excuse me? I'm going to go... powder my nose," I push my chair out and almost run to the bathroom. Once I'm inside I feel safe. He can't bore me in here. I look at myself in the mirror. Blonde hair hanging in loose curls over my shoulders. And this dress. Regina did get one thing right. My green dress hugs me in all the right places. My eye shadow makes my blue eyes pop and I am proud of my beauty. Returning to the table, Ethan is doing something on his cell phone. "Sorry," he smiles but doesn't look up. "I'm checking on some investments," "Listen, Ethan..." I start but he puts a hand up. A moment passes and he looks up at me, "What were you going to say?" "Maybe we should get out of here," I say, desperate to leave. "Shall we go back to my place? I've got a Merlot that's about 20 years old. Think you can handle it?" I smile, "Sure." Ethan and I get into his very nice car and sit in silence the entire way back to his condo. We walk up the back stairs that are nestled into a private beach area and step out onto a deck of steel and glass. The view is stunning. The ocean is glittering and lapping at the shore hypnotically. Ethan opens the door for me and I step inside. The interior is just as stunning as the exterior. "Wow," I say, astonished. "So this is your place, huh?" "Up, bupbup, shoes," he points to my shoes and then to a small mat by the door. "Of course, I'm sorry," I slide off my pumps that have been digging into my ankles all night and we both look down a hallway when we hear singing. "Oh, Jesus," Ethan walks down the hall. "Maggie?" he calls. A woman wearing only a towel pops into the hallway. Her hair is wet and hangs over her shoulders, dripping. "I thought you were out tonight, I'm sorry!" she almost laughs. "Audrey, this is my sister, Maggie," I wave. Maggie looks at me wide-eyed and back at Ethan. Just then Ethan's phone buzzes and he answers. He puts up a finger to me and steps into what I assume is his office. Maggie walks over to the large white sofa and plops down. "So you're the blind date?" she smiles at me. "I guess so," I blush. "Well, my brother has dated some real dogs, let me tell you. You're certainly a giant step up from the washed up, coked out women he usually brings around," she pulls her hair up and fastens it with a tie from around her wrist. Ethan pops his head out from his office door, "Maggie, Audrey, this is going to take a moment. Someone has a problem and as usual I need to fix it," and just like that, he's gone again. "Well, I think I'm just going to go then," I turn for the patio door. "Have a drink with me," Maggie says and I turn around. "Uh, okay, sure. Did you wanna change?" She laughs, grabs two bottles of wine, and leads me out on the patio. We walk down the beach and she stops when we reach a lifeguard chair. She hops up with ease and I do my best to make it look that easy. We listen to the waves and Maggie uncorks both bottles, taking a long pull from one of them and handing me the other. "I'm sorry you got set up with my brother, he's pretty lame. I mean, other than the fact that he's letting me stay here," she smiles at me. Her eyes are sparkling against the ocean and her bright red lips curve perfectly upward when she smiles. "So what brings you to L.A.?" I ask, taking a drink from the bottle she gave me. "I wanted to get away from Vegas for awhile." "You live in Vegas?" "Not as of right now. I'd like to stay in L.A. but aside from waitressing jobs I can't really find anything that brings in a steady paycheck. What do you do?" "I'm a freelance editor and I shoot documentaries in my spare time. It's all film, film, film for me," I slug more wine. We're quiet for a minute and then, "Wanna go for a swim?" Maggie giggles. "Isn't it dangerous to swim now? It's getting dark." Maggie hops off the chair and runs toward the water. She drops her towel and dives into the water. She disappears for a moment and pops up at least 10 feet from where she went under. She waves me to come in. I finish my wine and hop off the chair. I peel my dress up over my head and it occurs to me that I'm not wearing underwear, per Regina's suggestion. I see Maggie splashing around and throw my bra to the sand. The waves wash over me and I feel free. All of the sudden I am completely emerged and my body glides through the water effortlessly. I surface and Maggie is so close. She smiles at me and we swim to each other. We look into each other's eyes for a moment and she laughs, "Wanna go back? Lay on the beach?" I nod and we swim back to the beach. We run a couple of feet and collapse. We are both laughing and I have no idea why when out of nowhere her lips are on mine. She pulls away and stares down at me,"You're very beautiful fresh from the ocean," she smiles. I smile up at her and bring my lips to hers again, this time opening my mouth to let my tongue dance with hers. We stay like this until we hear Ethan from the patio, "You girls OK?" he shouts to us. Maggie looks up at him and gives a thumbs up. She looks back to me, "We better go in," "I should go," I feel my cheeks. They're hot. I pull my dress back on and Maggie walks up the steps completely nude. Her frame is breathtaking. Her tan skin is almost shimmering. We walk up the patio steps and Ethan has a glass of wine for me. "You know, I should really get going. I have a shoot in the morning and I need a very specific light that I only have about an hour to get..." Maggie is wrapped in a blanket now, "You should stay. I can give you a lift in the morning and you'll be there in plenty of time. Maybe you'd even let me watch?" "Well, it seems like you two have become fast friends," Ethan swirls his wine. I smile, "Of course you can watch the shoot." Maggie makes a bed for me on the couch after Ethan falls asleep cuddling his blackberry. After a bottle and a half of wine, I am exhausted. My head hits the pillow and Maggie stands over me. I whisper, "Thanks for the swim," She kneels down beside me and smiles into my ear, "My pleasure, Audrey," Something about the way she purrs my name sparks a warmth between my legs. I close my eyes and what seems to be a moment later Maggie is standing over me in a bikini. It's still dark out and she's holding all of the things. "Time to go," she beams. My head doesn't agree with any of this, but when I make my way to the kitchen for water, I find two Aspirin and coconut water on the counter. "Best hangover cure ever," she says right behind me. We get into Maggie's car. I like it far more than Ethan's. She turns the key and Ke$ha blasts through the speakers. We stop at my place so I can change and grab my gear and we're off to the beach. A tall, rail-thin woman leans against an old Cadillac and smokes a long cigarette. I walk over to her, "Hi! You must be Yvette," I extend my hand and she ignores me. Her accent is European and she rolls her eyes, "I'm still drunk from last night and I need to get to sleep, can we get this over with?" Maggie stifles a laugh and then so do I. Usually the women I shoot are so intimidating that I act like a total buffoon, but having Maggie with me is easing my nerves. I film Yvette in the light coming up over the horizon and she looks stunning. Between takes, she smokes cigarettes and vomits once or twice, but she recovers remarkably well. I'm going over the footage with the director on the shoot. Maggie peeks over my shoulder and says so very genuinely, "That... that is breathtaking," Yvette and her entourage leave and the shoot was kind of a success. I'm loading my equipment into my bag when I look up to see Maggie standing in front of the sun that is ever so slowly rising. I gasp out loud and she turns to me, smiling. She runs over and takes my hand, "I wanna show you something," Gingerly, we trek down some rocks and find a small sandbar. The water in the most deliciously cool temperature and we sit on a flat rock that's just under the tiny waves lapping at us. Maggie looks at me for a moment and suddenly we're kissing. It's a deep kiss and I can feel it all the way through to my toes. She tugs at my dress and pulls it off. She pulls her own dress off and then her bikini top. Her breasts are so beautiful I want to cry a little. She takes one of mine into her mouth and a sharp gasp escapes my lips, "Maggie, what if someone sees us..." She stops and looks at me with a smirk, "Then they're really in for a show," Maggie pulls the ties on either side of my bikini bottom and I'm fully exposed. She runs a finger up and down my slit and I can't help but look around to see if anyone is watching. When I feel her mouth cover my clit my eyes slam shut and nobody else exists anymore. She sucks my clit into her mouth and plays with it using the tip of her tongue. The water splashes around us as I try to keep my hips under control. She uses a hand to push me back and I lay down. My ears are under the water and all I can hear now is liquid moving and my own breathing. I feel a finger, then two, as she finds and strokes my g-spot with ease. My eyes are closed and she's working her fingers inside of me and her tongue everywhere else. I pinch my nipples and I can feel her moan against me in agreement with it. She's talking to me. I'm getting little bits of "Yeah," and "Baby, cum," Her fingers are flying in and out of me now and she's practically swallowed my clit. My hips are trembling and I push myself up on my elbows when I cum. The sensations are overwhelming. Cool water dripping down my back from my hair, waves washing up against me, and a catastrophic orgasm tearing me to shreds. She kisses my thighs and moves up to my stomach, my breasts, and finally my mouth. Everything is salty but delightfully so. "I think I like you," she smiles against my mouth. I giggle and kiss her again. When we arrive back at my car, I pick my phone up. I have 10 text messages and 3 phone calls from Regina. I think about what the hell I might tell her about this whole thing, and then I look at Maggie. She smiles back at me and I toss my phone in the back seat. This could get interesting. This Could Get Interesting Ch. 02 I'm editing some stuff when my phone whistles at me. I pick it up and I'm bummed when it isn't Maggie. I saw her less than 12 hours ago, so I can't be too upset. I blush thinking about all the time Maggie and I have spent together over the past week. The movie theater, the beach, the fitting room, my car, Ethan's couch... we're like teenagers. We can't keep our hands off of each other and nobody even knows. Ethan almost caught us, and Regina makes jokes, but we're the only two who know what we're really doing. She doesn't care if people see us, but for some reason I do. I'm not gay, and aside from a few drunken kisses with girlfriends in college, I'm pretty used to guys only. There's just something about Maggie. She always says what's on her mind. She's always so clever and savvy and I admire it. She started working as a shot girl down by Venice Beach, but she's been accompanying me to a lot of shoots. She loves film like I do, and capturing beautiful things on it. She convinced me to record us the other night. I've never been a huge fan of my naked body, but she makes me feel flawless. We set up my camera in front of Ethan's couch and ravaged each other. When we watched the footage later, seeing her mouth all over my thighs and pussy made me need it from her again. She was very happy to oblige. I decide that I'm not going to get anymore work done for now and my phone rings almost on cue. "Oh, you're alive," Regina says dryly when I answer. "Hey, girl, hey," I smile. "What are you doing tonight?" she asks with a snarky tone. "I don't really have any plans," "No Maggie tonight?" I frown, "No Maggie tonight," "Meet me at BLD then!" I agree to meet her there and we get a table outside. "You know, Ethan is a really nice guy. And I think he likes you," she says between bites. "He's just so not my type. He was on his phone throughout dinner and he even gave me the finger at one point," Her eyes widen, "He gave you the finger?" "He didn't flip me the bird. He gave me the 'one-minute' finger. I hate that. What about you and that guy, Dylan?" I try to change the subject. "He's sweet," "And rich," I smile. "He does have money," she flashes me a diamond tennis bracelet. "Oh my god! G, you guys have been out like... 4 times!" "I know! He took me for a walk yesterday and gave it to me then," she admires the diamonds in the fading sunlight. "As long as he treats you right..." "Ew, that's such a cliché friend thing to say," she sticks her tongue out. "Regina, you're a beautiful woman. You're smart and talented and any guy would be lucky to have you. I just wanna make sure you don't move too quickly," She smiles at me and touches my hand, "I can take care of myself. We need to get you set up though. Go out with Ethan one more time. One more shot. He's mellowed out a lot since college and he makes a shitload of money. He could take care of you..." I'm annoyed that she can take care of herself but I apparently can't, but I don't say anything. I head home to finish editing a project. I'm about finished when my buzzer scares the shit out of me. It's nearly 3 in the morning. "Hello?" "Let me up!" a giggle comes through the speaker. I run to the window and see Maggie standing outside. I buzz her up and when I open the door she's posing. "Like my uniform?" She's wearing her shot girl outfit. It's a very small dress that barely covers her butt and sky-high heels. I laugh, "There's not much to it, but yes, I like it very much." I invite her in and we sit on my couch. Before I can say a word she is on top of me. Her hands make fists in my hair and she's kissing my neck and jaw. "I haven't showered since yesterday in the morning..." I pant. She licks up my jaw line to my earlobe and bites down then whispers, "You're delicious," and continues her attack. She's kissing and licking everywhere but my lips. Before I know it, my shirt and shorts are long gone, strewn across the room. She kneels between my legs and glides her tongue from my breasts to my belly button. She nibbles the skin near my hip bones and is very pleased when she sees the full body goose bumps I am covered in. I lift my butt just slightly so she can pull off my panties, but she doesn't. Instead, I feel her tongue pressing on my swollen clit through the thin layer of cotton that covers it. The heat seeps through gradually and she begins to slowly shake her head side to side. I let my eyes close and the feeling is exquisite. She opens her mouth wide and covers the crotch of my panties almost completely. Her breath is hot and I can no longer tell what my moisture is and what's hers. My thong is soaked and a small moan escapes from deep within my throat. She moans against me and my head starts spinning. I try to move the fabric aside, but she grabs my hands and pushes them away. She teases me this way awhile longer and finally slides the drenched material down my thighs to my knees. She gets so close to my clit as if she's examining it. I'm propped up on my elbows, watching her. She looks up at me and her eyes almost take my breath away. She is so passionate about what she's doing. My entire body is tensed and my pussy is dripping and red hot. She moves the hood of my clit out of the way ever so gently runs her teeth over the bright pink bump. A yelp jumps from my mouth and I cover it. She looks me in the eye, "I wanna hear you. Don't cover your mouth," she commands, turning her attention back to the throbbing bit she's got squeezed between her fingers. She begins slowly running the roughness of her tongue over it. It's painful and blissful. "Faster," I beg. She continues to move excruciatingly slowly and I'm whining against a pillow. Everything in my lower body is trembling. I look down at her again and her eyes are on mine. She's not moving any faster and I begin to think I'm going to go insane or explode. She increases the pressure and I feel a finger slide inside of me. She moves this finger just as slowly and I'm nearly in tears. She finds my g-spot and holds her finger there. I buck my hips against her, begging with them. She takes her mouth off of me for only a moment and very sternly says, "Be. Patient." She increases pressure on my g-spot and on my clit and the pleasure is overwhelming. I lay my head back and close my eyes. I feel like my body is going to melt into the couch and suddenly, with a few short, hard strokes of her tongue, my back arches up and I scream. Every muscle in my body clenches and I'm frozen. I can feel she's still licking, but I'm cumming so fucking hard that I can't tell what she's doing anymore. When I return to earth, she's gingerly licking juices from everywhere. She flicks my clit with her tongue and I pull back in pain. It's so sensitive that I don't even what to close my legs. I stare at her wide-eyed and she finally kisses my lips. I can taste myself on her. She bites at both of my breasts and they, too, are incredibly sensitive. "What did you just do to me?" I ask, astonished. She laughs and kisses me again. "Can I stay the night?" I laugh, "You wouldn't be able to leave if you wanted to. I'm going to keep you here forever," Her eyes light up, "OK!" We take a shower crawl into my bed together. She's the big spoon and for a moment everything in the world seems perfect. _______ "What the fuck?!" My eyes shoot open and Regina is in my bedroom holding coffee. I turn and see that Maggie has miraculously slept through Regina's outburst. Regina turns around and walks into the living room. I grab a t-shirt and follow her out there, closing my bedroom door. "Okay, G, you need to not freak out right now," "So you're a lesbian now?" she says, obviously not calm. "What? No. I'm... I don't know what I am. I'm not gay, if that's what you think," We stare at each other for a moment and Regina still hasn't closed her mouth. It's just hanging wide open. "Audrey. You were just in bed with a naked woman. And you were naked. I'm not stupid," she puts her hands on her hips. Suddenly, her face turns horrified and she marches to my bedroom door. She opens it, gasps, and closes it again. She is now whisper yelling, "That's Ethan's sister! Maggie is... holy shit. You're fucking Ethan's sister? You... is... you're..." "G, calm... down..." She looks at my shorts and t-shirt from last night. One is draped over a lamp and one is on the floor. "I don't know what kind of fucked up thing you've got going here, but..." she stops herself when Maggie opens my bedroom door wearing only my sheet. "Hey, Regina. It's been a while," she smiles. Regina walks over to Maggie and sticks a finger in her face, "What the fuck are you doing with my best friend? I always knew you were into girls, but Audrey likes boys. Always has. Strictly men, get it?" Maggie laughs. "I'm sorry, I really don't see what's fucking funny about this. Your brother is a good friend of mine and this is gonna look really fucking awful," she huffs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but if Audrey isn't into girls, she's been putting on a great act for me the last couple weeks," I'm standing, watching, horrified. "Regina, you need to not freak out and tell the whole world about this," Maggie glares at me now, "Who gives a shit? We're kinda dating. So what?" Both Regina and I look at her, shocked, and in best friend fashion we say in unison, "Dating?!" Regina picks up her coffee, "I need to process," and just like that, she's gone. "It's moments like this that I wish she didn't have keys to my place." "Why not?" Maggie looks angry. "Because, Maggie, as much fun as I've been having with you, you telling people that we're dating is a little bit of a stretch, don't you think?" She walks into my room and when she comes back out she is dressed again. "Wait, what are you doing?" I move in front of the door inadvertently. "I'm leaving," she pushes past me. She grabs the door knob and pulls. I throw myself against the door, slamming it loudly. "Would you just wait?" "Why? Please give me a good reason to wait." she looks at me and her eyes look glassy. "Are you going to cry?" I'm surprised. So surprised. "No, I'm not going to fucking cry. You're clearly confused about what you want and I'm not going to be your fuck buddy. Call me when you figure out what it is that you want," she pulls the door open again and this time slides out through the small space allowed with my body still against it. She walks to the top of the stairs and stops, "Oh, and don't worry, I won't tell your dirty little secret," I watch her walk down the stairs. She disappears from view and the downstairs door slams. I close the door and lean against it, breathing deeply. My cheeks appear to be permanently crimson and I slide down the door on my back, putting my head on my knees. I put my head back and it hits the door, "Fuck," I hit it again a couple more times intentionally and sit there awhile longer before getting back to my project. When I can't think of anything but how amazing last night was - hell, how amazing all the time I spend with Maggie is - tears prick my eyes. I'm so, so confused. This Could Get Interesting Ch. 03 It's been a week since my best friend and my - what do I call her - lady friend both stormed out of my life. I've left Regina several messages but she hasn't replied. I haven't figured out what to do about Maggie yet. I haven't really left the house much except for a couple of jobs. Maybe it's time to get outside. I put on a gorgeous floral sundress that I found for a steal at a boutique. I was going to wear it for Maggie. Why was I going to try to look good for her? Duh, Aud, you loooove her. Shut up, me. I throw on some flip-flops and ride my bike down to the beach. The weather is perfect. I reach the boardwalk and receive a catcall. The dress is working for me! I'm looking at some scarves and trying on a pair of sunglasses when, in the mirror, I see her. My heart stops and I'm happy to be wearing my little disguise. Maggie is walking down the boardwalk with a girl. Is that her sister? Does she have a sister? She leans in for a kiss and they stop, kissing passionately. Right there. For everyone to see. My stomach jumps into my throat and I turn to leave. The shop owner shouts at me, "Hey! That stuff's not free!" Everyone in the vicinity stops and stares. Including Maggie and her friend. I turn bright red and place the merchandise on the counter. I get on my bike and clumsily ride a couple of feet before wiping out. I look at my knees. All scraped up. Tears pool in my eyes and I look up to see Maggie rushing over. She's kneeling in front of me, her hands on my shoulders, "Audrey! Are you alright?" The sight of her brings more tears and they're streaming down my cheeks. "Audrey, my goodness. You must be careful! Look at your knees!" She jumps and runs to the shop I almost accidentally stole from. She runs back with paper towels and begins dabbing at my knees. "Does it hurt very much?" She looks at me with those eyes. I shake my head, "No. I mean, yeah it does, but that's not why I'm crying," She stops, "Why then?" "I'm too late!" I look up at her friend who doesn't look very pleased. She looks back at her friend and back to me, "You hurt me. I get lonely." She looks down at my knees and dabs at them a couple more times. "Maggie, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. What we had..." "I know," she smiles at me, her eyes watery. "Maggie?" Her friend says, impatiently. She helps me up and I set my bike right. She walks over to her friend and comes back to me. "Lily and I have dinner plans. I have to go. Will you make it home alright?" I'm stunned. I thought she'd cast her friend off. I thought she would come home with me. I wipe my tears again, "I'll be fine," I smile. She looks at me a moment before literally going off into the sunset with Lily. I get home and pour a large glass of wine. I sit down on the couch and a moment later my phone lights up. I jump up and hope it's Maggie, but Regina's name displays proudly at the head of the text. It says, "We need to talk." I roll my eyes and call her. "Audrey?" She answers. "G..." I say. I've missed her, too. "Look, I'm sorry I haven't been in touch," she starts. "You needed to process. I understand. So did I," She continues, "My therapist said I should call you. She said I need to be more understanding and that if you're really my best friend I should accept you how you are. Gay or not," I'm stunned. "G, I haven't come out. Are you coming out for me?" "I'm trying to help you. You NEED help," "You're insane. Have you never met a gay person?" She laughs, "I just never thought you would be," "I don't know what I am!" I shout into the phone. We talk like this awhile longer and my buzzer rings. I run to the window, "G, I gotta go" I hang up on her and buzz the door. I open my door and Maggie stands in front of me. "How are your knees?" She looks concerned. "That's what you're here for?" I laugh. I gesture for her to come in and she does, planting herself of a chair. "I was at dinner with Lily. She wanted to call me her girlfriend and tonight was only the second night we've been out," she glares at me. I play with the hem of my shirt, " what'd you say" "I said I still have feelings for someone else," she looks at me, brow furrowed. "Oh..." I say, looking down. She gets up from her chair and approaches me, putting a hand on either side of my face, "I want you, Audrey. I know you're not openly bi or gay or anything, but when was the last time you were even with a man?" I shake my head, "I don't know," I laugh. I look at her. Her eyes on mine, her lips parted. She's here and she wants me. I kiss her. I let my tongue drift inside of her mouth and I feel good again. For the first time in almost eight days I feel really, really good. I pull out her hair tie and let my fingers run through her gorgeous, soft strands. She smells so good. I let my kisses travel down her neck and nip her earlobe. She moans under me and I guide her to the bedroom. She falls onto my bed and I look at her a moment before reaching to remove her skirt. Her legs are perfectly tanned and she smells divinely all over her immaculate figure. I push her shirt up over her head and kiss her again before taking one of her perfect tits in each hand and squeezing. I bite a nipple on each side and then lick each one as it gets hard. "You're so beautiful," I sit up and look at her all laid out. Her arms are over her head and her eyes are on me. She moans when I put my lips and tongue back to her breasts. I push her shirt up over her arms and off. She's only in panties now. Panties with koalas on them. I smile at her and hook my fingers inside the koala panties, "These are some sexy koalas," She giggles and I slide them down her thighs. A string of wetness clings to the koalas as I pull them. She's so ready for me. I have big plans for her and I lean myself down over her body, whispering in her ear, "Be. Patient." She smiles at me as I return to her soaked slit. I kiss and bite at her thighs but am so anxious to get to the sweet juices that await me. I let my tongue lick up from her hole to her clit and she moans deeply. "Baby, I've wanted you so badly," she purrs. I let a finger slip inside of her. A deep moan escapes from her throat. She props herself up on her elbows so she can see me. I glide my tongue back and forth over her pussy and let it dip into her juices just once. She grabs my head and moans loudly. Really loudly. I guess she's had me but I've yet to experience her really cumming just for me. She continues loudly and I feed off of it. I lick her clit and suck on it for a bit before stopping completely. "What are you doing?!" She glares up at me. I give her a long, lingering kiss on her beautiful swollen lips and then reach for the bedside drawer. I pull out a pink, two-sided dildo. I bought it for her two weeks ago and never got to use it. I put it to her lips, "Sorry to be so cliche," I murmur as she willingly licks it. I let her watch as I insert half of it into myself. I hadn't realized how aroused I've been before sliding the rubber into myself so easily. I rub it up and down her dripping cunt before pushing it in. Her head falls back as she cries out, "Oh, fuck me!" She writhes against me in sweet agony while I thrust into her, "Oh, fuck baby, you like that?" Her eyes meet mine and she nods, "Ooh, yeah. Fuck me, oh my fucking god," I grind against her as hard and fast as I can and watch her as she throws her head back and I pull my half out of my pussy. I kneel down and grab my half, letting it fly in and out of her. I slow it down and find her clit with my tongue. I slide the cock in and out of her as I suck her clit into my mouth and swirl it around. She grinds her hips against me as I work her cunt, "Oh, fuck!" I jump back on my side and thrust against her, "I wanna cum with you," I say and take one if her nipples between my teeth. I can feel her pussy bumping mine as we both fill up. She looks at me desperately, "I'm gonna cum! " She reaches down and rubs her swollen bump vigorously as I do the same. She cries out and I feel my own pussy contract around the rubber inside of me as we both fall away. I fall against her as we cum and I breathe hard against her neck while she returns to sanity. She finds my lips and kisses me hard, "I want you. I want to be with you," she pants. I stop only for a moment and look at her. Her forehead is sweaty, her cheeks pink. She's gorgeous. I nod, "Okay," "You won't hide it?" She looks up at me. "No. No, I won't hide it." I pull out of her and lie beside her, holding her in my arms. I put a hand on her face and bring her eyes to mine, "I want the whole world to know you're mine," I smile. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek on my chest. I lay there with her, totally content. A moment if panic washes over me when I think about telling my mother - my family - but calm restores when I see her face. Perfection. We snuggle together and fall asleep, spending the next two days together. She still hasn't left my place, and truth be told, I don't want her to. This Could Get Interesting Ch. 04 Maggie leans on the counter and peers at me through the hole of a key ring. She flashes me a smile and giggles. I try not to laugh, but she's too damn cute. "Just one copy of each, ma'am?" The clerk asks. I nod, "Yup. Thanks so much," I reach for the shiny new set but Maggie snatches it before I can even get close. "Now I can come and go as I please!" She leans into me and kisses me. My lips are tight and she pulls back, looking at me and then at the clerk whose jaw is on the floor. "You're gonna catch flies that way," she laughs and saunters out of the store. I catch up to her on the sidewalk, "What was that all about?" She's admiring her keys, "Huh?" "The whole PDA thing... I dunno," "You know, people don't care half as much about us kissing in public as you think they do," she winds the mail key onto her old keychain. "I guess I just worry that it makes people uncomfortable," "I guess I just don't give a shit what people think about it," she snaps back. We arrive back at my apartment and she takes her new keys for a spin, opening the mailbox and then the front door. I have a moment as I watch her plop down on the couch. I can see her suitcases in my room, still packed. It's too much too soon. Too bad Ethan isn't man enough to accept that his date fell for his sister instead of him. After he kicked her out for her supposed freeloading, I invited her to stay with me. I mean, she's here all the time anyway. I walk to the kitchen and open the freezer. I pour an ice cold shot of vodka and take it. Then another. "Whoa, baby. What's the occasion?" "I'm just... taking it all in stride," I shiver as the burning in my throat subsides. "Yeah, sorry about the mess. I'll get myself unpacked later today," she says flipping through my mail. "Hey, Peter Vaughn sent you a letter," she waves the envelope in the air. My breath catches in my throat and I choke for a moment before tearing across the room. I snatch the envelope from her and stare at it a moment before nearly ripping the entire thing to shreds trying to open it. Months ago I sent some of my work to Peter Vaughn in hopes that he would invite me to New York to work with him at his studio. Peter Vaughn films supermodels. He does marketing for the likes of Mercedes Benz, Givenchy, and Britney. And everything in between. I jump up and down, squealing. Maggie jumps up and hugs me tight, "What are we so happy about?" She giggles. I read the letter to myself. Dear Audrey, My sincere apologies for the lag in my response. It seems as though the work you sent to me fell into a pile of rubbish and I've only just seen it. You're incredibly talented, Audrey. I can see your passion in your work and vice versa. I'd love it if you would join me in New York for a couple of projects I've got going. You'll be compensated handsomely provided we are pleased with the results. I'm not worried. I've enclosed my assistant's number. Please call her as soon as you receive this letter. She will take care of your flight and accommodations. I do so look forward to working with you, Audrey. Warmest Regards, PV I stare at the phone number a moment before putting the letter down and placing my hands on either side of Maggie's face. She stares at me, wide-eyed. I lay a kiss on her that Clark Gable would admire, "Peter Vaughn has invited me to New York," "Oh, darling! I knew it! I told you you're marvelous," she kisses me. "I have to call this assistant of his to work out the logistics. If they'll spring for it, would you join me?" She nods, emphatically, "I'll see if I can get the time off at work!" I place the call and a very proper - almost snooty - British woman answers. I give her my name and her tone changes very quickly. She explains to me that this wont be a weekend adventure. She says I will be there for a month if not longer. The hotel she books is extravagant. She allows me a guest at my request and books Maggie and I two first class tickets. I'm literally in awe when we hang up. Tears well in my eyes and I say it. "Quit that stupid job and come live with me in New York for a month. We'll be taken care of and if I do well enough on whatever this project is, you won't have to work anymore. You can go on jobs with me. You can be my assistant or something. What do you think?" She is speechless. This is a rare moment. She crosses the room and her lips lock tightly onto mine. Her hands fist in my hair and she pushes me against the wall. She moves quickly down my body, ripping my clothes from me. Her hands cup my breasts and she breathes against them as she kisses and bites her way to my thighs. I'm on fire and absolutely overcome by emotion. Everything feels incredible and before I can move to the bed or couch, her mouth is on my clit. She's sucking the tiny, swollen button into her mouth and working it with her tongue. Her fingers find my g-spot and she massages it hard. I'm grabbing at the wall behind me and praying that my knees don't buckle. She sucks on my pussy and moans hard against me. She pulls back sharply, letting my clit and lips fall from her mouth before sucking it all back in. Her fingers are flying in and out of me now against the back wall of my pussy. I put both hands on her head and she thrashes back and forth rapidly while I explode from inside. I'm desperately pressed to the wall and everything is dark. I can feel her latched to me and my legs tremble. She moves away from me and I slide down the wall. Without a word, she pulls me to the floor and suddenly she's on top of me. When did she get naked? My clit is throbbing and then she moves between my legs, pressing her wetness to mine. She thrusts against me, "Look at me," she pants. I open my eyes and she's got one of my legs to her chest. The other is on the floor and she's pounding my pussy with hers. The slapping sounds we are making get me even wetter and I reach for her. She's grinding on me and I feel like I might cum so hard I will actually explode. Her eyes soften, "I'm... I'm going to cum," she says desperately. I watch her now. Her eyes close tightly and her brow is furrowed. She works herself against me as she lets go. Her back arches and she flexes as she rides the wave of an intense orgasm. She moves slower now, never breaking contact with me. She's hot and wet against me. Her cheeks are bright pink and her mouth is slightly open. She continues to move slowly and I reach a hand down to rub her sticky mound. I can feel the pool of moisture between her pussy lips and I use her own lubrication to massage her clit. She stops moving but I keep my fingers working her tiny erection. Her eyes are shut tightly and she grits her teeth while she murmurs, "Please... oh, shit... please..." I let my finger rub her clit directly and she shivers on top of me before freezing. She's completely rigid. Her back is arched and her arms are locked at the elbows. She's barely breathing and the first indication I get that she's still alive is a deep moan of satisfaction and relief. We lay together quietly for a moment. She rests her head on my chest and her breathing slows down. She kisses my neck and shoulder before sitting up, "I'm going to have a shower and unpack my things," she kisses my forehead and walks to the bedroom, "and you should call your mom!" She calls out. My stomach jumps into my throat and I know she's right. While I'm sure that Regina filled her mom in an her mom got to mine already, I do owe her a call. My phone calls out to me and I see a confirmation email for my hotel and flight. Unbelievable. We leave in a week. I swallow hard and dial my mother. "Hi, sweetie!" She beams from the other end. "Oh, hi, mom," I'm cautious. "I was wondering when I would hear from you," "Oh? Why is that?" I'm freaking out. "Well, you used to call me every weekend, remember? It's just been awhile. So what's new?" I tell her all about Peter Vaughn and my momentary migration to the East Coast. She couldn't be happier for me. I feel like she's in such a good mood. Now is the time. "So, mom, you haven't spoken to Regina's mom lately, have you?" "Yesterday, why?" I blush, "Did she have any interesting things to say. Maybe about me?" "Uh... no. Nothing. Why? Is everything OK?" "Mom, I'm seeing someone," "Audrey, that's lovely. Who's the lucky fella?" "Maggie. Her name is Maggie," I nearly choke on my words. The phone is silent. "Hello?" I wonder if she hung up. "Maggie? Maggie as in a girl?" I nod and then squeak out a very small, "Yes." "Well, sweetheart, that's great. We'll have to have you two over for supper sometime. Listen, Stephen and I are headed out. I'll call you later, alright?" I'm a little surprised, but not really, "Okay, bye, mom," She hangs up. I look up at Maggie. She's standing in the doorway, "Give her time," I nod. I look at my letter from Peter Vaughn and have visions of the two of us making pure magic. Life can never just be perfect. There's always something. Maybe New York will be just the thing for me now. Maybe. This Could Get Interesting Ch. 05 I'm so full. A deep, probing cock reaches all the way inside of me and pulls out. Painfully slowly. My eyes are closed and I'm savoring every thrust. I run my fingers through my hair and moan softly, approvingly. My mouth opens and I feel hot breath on my lips. I arch upward for the lips that hover so close to mine and - when met - something is different. I open my eyes and a strange man is on top of me. I reach up for his arms and feel the broad shoulders and muscles flexing. I grip tightly and meet his thrusts, letting him take me. I throw my head back and start to squeeze my pussy tightly around him. He's throbbing. I feel every movement. My face is hot and I'm about to let go when I open my eyes again and my plane is landing in New York. I sit up and feel my cheeks; red hot. Maggie is sleeping beside me and I try to calm down before she wakes. The plane slows to a stop and she stirs, smiling at me sleepily. I touch her cheek, "We're here, baby. We made it," She sits up and stretches. We make our way off the plane and over to baggage claim. We stand waiting for our bags an watch the same luggage make the rounds three times. "What the fuck?" I start to panic. Maggie puts a hand on my arm and points to a man standing by our suitcases and holding a sign that says my name. My mouth drops open. The man escorts us to a black SUV and places our things in the back. We ride for a short time and pull up in front of our hotel. It's magnificent. The lobby is pristine and a smaller gentleman runs over to retrieve our bags. The man at the front desk hands me an envelope with my name in gold on the front. It contains our room keys, a room service menu, some hotel rules and guidelines, and another envelope. As we board the elevator to the 16th floor, Maggie pokes her head out, "Is that Robert Downey Jr.?" The doors close and when they open again, there is one door in front of us. 1600 is in golden letters on the door and when we open it, Maggie gasps. The room looks over Manhattan with grand, sweeping views. Intricate details down to cherubs on the coffee table are peppered throughout the suite. Double doors open into a kitchen with granite and stainless steel, and a set of doors on the other side of the room reveal a gigantic bed, a spa-sized tub, and a balcony that is almost as big as my bedroom at home. I. Am. Stunned. Maggie is running about opening cabinets and looking off the balcony. She runs and flops on the bed, giggling. I walk to the kitchen for a glass of water and opening the fridge I find bottles of S. Pellegrino water, juices, milk, chilling wine. It's too much. It's far too much. Maggie runs in behind me and grabs a bottle of wine. "Don't open that!" She looks at me in shock, "And why not?" "Because, Maggie, look at this place," She looks around and back at me, "It's beyond," "It's way, way, WAY too much. This is either a mistake, or something else is going on. I'll need to speak to Mr. Vaughn before we can enjoy anything in here," Maggie pouts when I take the wine from her and put it back in the fridge. We stare at each other for a moment and both startle when the old-timey phone rings. "Hello?" I answer warily. "Audrey, hello," His voice is silky. Soft. His English accent is seductive and sweet. "I do hope your accommodations are satisfactory," he purrs. I can hear him smiling. "Mr. Vaughn, everything is lovely," "Audrey, please call me Peter. Or Pete, if you prefer. Just never Mr. Vaughn," I'm slightly irritated at this extravagant gesture, "OK, Pete, this room is exquisite and I'm quite charmed, but I can't accept all of this," "Audrey, I'll make you a deal. If you don't feel you deserve to stay there after a week with me, I'll find you something a little more... quaint. However, I don't think you quite grasp the amount of time you'll have to see my face. You'll barely be spending any time in that exquisite room of yours. Also, it's less than a block from my studio and I'll need you quite close," I don't even know what to say. I look to Maggie and she is holding the wine again. I nod at her and she pops it open. "Audrey, please report to my studio tomorrow at 11am, sharp. We'll go over some of your work, have a lunch, and get down to it," "See you then, Pete," "And... call me Peter," he hangs up. Maggie and I find assorted cheeses and meats in the fridge and share a plate with a bottle of wine. We watch the sun set together from the balcony and Maggie makes slow love to me on our giant bed. And in the tub. And in the shower. And on the balcony. ____________________ The phone rings out and wakes me from a very pleasant dream, "Hello?" I answer groggily. "Ma'am, this is your wake up call," I look at the clock, "It's 8 o'clock," "Mr. Vaughn's request," the voice says. "Call him Peter," I mumble, hanging up. Maggie is sleeping peacefully and I get out of bed carefully. A knock at the door startles me, "Who is it?" I scramble for my plushy hotel robe. "Room service," I open the door and a man pushes a cart into the room and leaves without a word. I lift the silver lids off of the different platters to find fresh fruit, oatmeal, waffle, bacon, sausage... and then a note. Welcome to New York. You'll need a big breakfast to keep up with me. P I shake my head and shove a giant piece of pineapple in my mouth. I glance down and notice chilled beverages sitting in the bottom of the tray. Bloody Mary fixings. Champagne. Orange juice. "This guy," I laugh and take a sausage link. "Whoa!" Maggie laughs behind me. "Courtesy of Peter Vaughn," I wave my hands in front of the giant spread. "Vaughn sure knows how to treat a lady," she takes a piece of bacon. Maggie and I snack on the tray for about an hour. Now, what to wear to the first big day. I model some outfits for Maggie, but she prefers me naked. I find that a pair of dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and my pashmina scarf will do nicely. I arrive at Peter's studio at 10 to noon. The outside of the building leaves something to be desired, but once I'm buzzed into the studio, it's a completely different world. Tall white walls splattered with paint here and there. Head shots of beautiful people everywhere. Scantily clad women in makeup chairs. A camera around the neck of everyone who isn't a model. "Are you lost?" I turn around to see a tall, thin woman with long brown hair wearing some designer, hands on her hips. "I'm here to see Peter Vaughn," I say, less coolly than I mean to. She rolls her eyes, "Peter!" She shouts and walks away. "Thanks," I fidget with my camera strap. It occurs to me now that I've never seen what he looks like. A short, stocky man in a suit walks out of an office door and I prepare to shake his hand. He blows past me. A much taller man emerges from the same door. He's wearing jeans with a hole in one knee and a green button down that is open enough to see chest hair. His hair is salt and pepper and flops over his forehead just above his sparkling blue eyes. I wish that was Peter. He walks toward me and - feeling shy from being left hanging a moment ago - I stand there like an idiot. "Audrey," he says with a warm smile. He extends a hand to me and I continue standing there like a complete buffoon. Finally, I give him a firm hand shake, "Hello, Peter," He playfully shakes his hand when I let go, "Quite an iron grip you have there," He steps back, looking me up and down, "Why have I never seen you in front of a camera?" "Huh?" "Look at you. You're stunning. More lovely than your photos ever told." "What photos?" I am suddenly back in my body. "I'm a terrible Googler," "You Googled me?" He laughs an alarmingly cute chuckle and flashes me the whitest crooked-toothed smile I've ever seen. I melt a little. "Let me show you the studio," He takes me through his office to a giant wall of floor to ceiling windows. Women and men parade around nude, photographers shout at models and assistants, and the entire space smells of coffee. We go into the green screen room where a commercial is being filmed. It's all quite glamorous. "So, all of these people work for you?" He laughs again. God. "No, no. This studio belongs to me, and people pay me to shoot here. A lot of them rent the space, but some of them do work for me," "It's a beautiful space. Stunning," "Made only moreso by your presence here. Lets get a bite to eat, shall we?" Peter and I make our way to a small cafe on the corner and he tells me that he studied in London but never actually finished college. He sent samples of his work to different companies all over the world and in the end, found an investor and built his own company. VMF quickly became recognized for the consistently fantastic work it turned out and they got into the studio when the getting was good. The rest, he says, is history. We return to the studio and he briefs me on a couple of projects that need wrapping up before the end of the week. It doesn't seem like enough time, but he makes me feel confident. We film a woman - the same type I've dealt with many times - in various poses with a giant green cutout that will look like a perfume bottle when it's all said and done. We move on to a man wearing undies. He's got an apple on his head and a woman stands off to the side with a bow and arrow, aiming at his heart and not the apple. Several short shoots like this one and we begin reviewing what we've captured. The lights of the city catch my attention out the floor to ceiling windows and it occurs to me that we've been here for hours. Peter gives no impression that we'll be leaving anytime soon. "Do you mind if I make a quick phone all?" I wave my phone at him. He shakes his head and lights a cigarette. I walk over by the windows and call Maggie. "Hello, darling," she sounds cheery. "Hello to you! What have you been up to today?" "Well, I slept pretty late today. Then I had some tea. You should see the tea setup here!" I notice Peter looking at me and I tell Maggie I'll be home soon. "Checking in?" I blush, "Busted," "I was told you requested a companion. Boyfriend? Husband? Lover?" I scoff at his audacity, but don't have the courage to tell the truth, "Partner," I'm suddenly shy. "Come, have one drink with me and then you can go," Peter and I have a whiskey, neat. And then another. Astonishingly, the clock reads 2:44a when I check it. Peter is laying on the floor and I've gotten unexpectedly comfortable in my chair. "I have to go," I jump up. "Let me walk you," We walk down the street to the hotel, "Thanks for walking me," "Great first day, kid. You're gonna do amazing things," "Kid? How old do you think I am" He steps a little closer, "How old do you think I am?" I have no idea, "30?" He throws his head back, laughing, "I'll be 42 next month," He's 14 years older than me? Damn. "You wear it well. Goodnight," He puts a hand on my arm, "Goodnight," he leans in and I close my eyes, letting my lips open softly. A light cheek kiss leaves me lingering in the air and when I open my eyes he's smiling at me. I give him a tight smile in return and run inside. I'm suddenly incredibly guilty for something that never happened. But I would've let it. Which is just as bad. I open the door quietly to find Maggie sound asleep on the sofa. I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her eyes open slowly and she smiles when she sees me. "Hey there, gorgeous," I say. "Have you been drinking?" She sits up. "I had one or two. Lets get in bed, hm?" We climb under the Egyptian cotton sheets and instead of our usual routine of several hours of sex and foreplay, I hold her close and we both fall asleep right away. _____________________ It's the end of my first full week with VMF and Peter is giving me the weekend off. We put in nearly 80 hours in the last 6 days. Forty of those hours spent just staring at footage and photos on a monitor. I'm completely exhausted when I leave the studio on Friday night. When I arrive home, Maggie is nowhere to be seen. I find a note. Went out. Back later. M I know she's frustrated that she hasn't seen me all week. I'm frustrated too. But the fact that we are staying in this lavish suite is largely due to the fact that Peter Vaughn has afforded us all of it. I get in bed and pick up my book. I'm about 10 pages in when I hear the door open and slam shut. Maggie is singing to herself. She walks into the doorway and sees me. And she's shitfaced. "Oh Jesus. There's a sexy stranger in my bed," she slurs at me. "Wow. You really tied one on, huh?" She smiles at me and runs over to the bed, hopping on top of me and straddling my waist. She leans down to kiss me and I pull away from her breath. Cigarettes, tequila, and probably something with a lot of garlic. "Where did yo--" She puts a finger on my lips, "I need you," she hisses, kissing my neck with wet, sloppy kisses. "Maggie, darling, I have the whole weekend off. Why don't you get some sleep and we can do this all day tomorrow?" I try to deter her. No dice. "No, I need to have you. I want you," she slides down my body and bites at my thighs. She lays her head down on my inner thigh and lazily licks at my crotch. When the movement stops, I hear light snoring. I help her out of her clothes and put her under the covers. When I can't sleep, I look for a bottle of wine. Chardonnay, I think. I make my way through half a glass before I'm dozing on the couch. ________________________ When I wake up, Maggie is humming to herself as she cooks something on the stove. It smells incredible. The clock says it's 11:48a. Wow. I slept great. I get off the couch and walk up behind her, kissing her shoulders. She puts her hands over mine and hums approvingly. A knock at the door interrupts our romance. An envelope slides under the door and when I look through the peephole, nobody is there. I open the envelope and two tickets to the Museum fall out along with a note. Something to do on your day off? P "What is it?" Maggie waves her spatula at me. "Wanna go to the museum? It's on Peter!" I laugh. Maggie raises and eyebrow. "What?" "I think that Peter Vaughn is sweet on you," she wags the spatula at me. "He's definitely not. Let's eat and then go. Want to?" She smiles and nods excitedly. We get to the museum and it looks pretty closed. We are confused and approach the main entrance. A man with a tray carrying champagne greets us, "Are you guests of Mr. Vaughn?" "Uh, yes?" I had no idea this was his thing. We walk into the museum and in a private room there are photos taken from his studio all over. People are dressed in fancy clothes. I'm relieved I wore a pale pink maxi dress and jeweled sandals. Maggie and I sip our champagne and make our way around the room. On a far wall, under a dim light, is a photo that I took only days ago. It's gigantic and looks stunning and I only know it's mine because Maggie jumps up and down when she sees my name on a small sign underneath. "I hope that's alright," Peter's voice comes from behind us. I spin around and Peter takes and kisses my hand. He looks to Maggie, "And who is this vision?" "Maggie, this is Peter Vaughn. Peter, my, uh..." "Girlfriend," she smiles and extends a hand. They shake and Peter stares at me all the while. Peter and I talk awhile and Maggie - being the social butterfly she is - makes the rounds. I see her take a glass of champagne, drink it down, and come my way. "Excuse us a moment, won't you, Peter?" She takes me to the bathroom and locks the door. "Are you OK?" I ask her as she pushes me down on a small bench. She doesn't say a word and just kisses me. Hard. "Okay, we can't do this here," I try to get up and she straddles my lap. She kisses me again and I give in. Her lips are impossibly soft and her tongue glides across mine so sweetly. She tastes like champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. She takes a breast in each hand and massages, pinching my nipples ever so gently. I put my head back and she trails kisses down my neck and across my chest. I pull her sleeveless dress down and take a hard nipple into my mouth. She watches me intently and then returns the favor. She stands in front of me and kneels down, lifting my dress off the ground and up over my hips. I can feel my pussy getting nice and wet for her and it's ready when she slides two fingers inside. A moan jumps from my throat and my hips buck forward. Her lips envelope the fabric still covering my clitoris and the heat of her mouth makes me swell beneath her. She shakes her head from side to side while stroking my g-spot. Someone pulls on the door and I jump, pushing her head away. But she won't stop. And I'm so close to cumming that I don't want her to. The door rattles again and I can hear a woman outside. "Just... just a minute," I call out in a breathy, raspy voice. "Please!" I shout, only that time I'm talking to Maggie. Moments later I'm getting my juices all over her fingers. I can feel my cunt gripping hard around her and I grasp at the bench for stability. She takes her fingers out and licks them thoroughly before putting them in my mouth. We wash out hands and Maggie unlocks the door. I know it probably smells of sex, so I spray the air freshener. The woman outside the door glares at us and we look at each other and giggle. Back on the floor, Peter glances at us emerging from the bathroom. I see her looking at Peter and wiping her lips with her finger. He looks at me before disappearing into the crowd. "I saw that," I tell her. She shrugs and we make our way home. I know that Peter saw it, too. Is Maggie jealous? In any case, this should make for a very interesting Monday morning. This Could Get Interesting Ch. 06 Monday morning comes swiftly - and very early - for Peter and I. The sun is coming up and we have a very skittish model hanging out a window. She's supposed to look like she's basking in the sunrise, but she looks more like someone who is afraid of falling 16 stories to her demise. I get as many frames as I can before she starts to cry and we bring her in. Peter walks over and yanks on the harness that was supporting her, "You weren't going anywhere, love. Go have a cigarette and calm yourself," He looks at me and growls, "What?" "That was a little harsh," I put a hand on my hip. "Yeah, well piss it. I'm not a morning person," he snaps at me. I glance at my phone. Maggie sent me a picture of the view of the sunrise from our room and the empty spot next to her in bed. My heart aches a little. "We've got 15 minutes before our next shoot, fancy a coffee?" I nod emphatically. Peter snaps his fingers at a bystander who nearly jumps out of his skin. "Did you have a good time on Saturday then?" He says, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he clicks a mouse and gazes at a monitor. "Yes, thank you," I can feel my face turning bright red. "We do that once a year. It's incredibly narcissistic, but we don't give a shit. It's basically like, we shut down the museum, put up photos we've shot, and invite only those who are somebodies," "I'm a somebody?" I laugh. He looks at me, his face stoic, "Very much so, Audrey. I quite like you very much," This time I can feel all of the color draining from my face. "In a strictly professional way, I mean," The sweaty, jumpy man from before hands me a giant cup of coffee and I take a sip, burning the shit out of my mouth, "Fuck!" The coffee slips from my hand and spills everywhere. Including my bare legs. Peter runs to another room and returns with cold, wet paper towels. He sits me in a chair and applies the coolness to my legs. In the midst of the searing pain shooting through my shins, I notice Peter staring at my knees. He takes in my legs while he gently dabs at the burns. He lifts the towels and gently blows on my skin. I can feel goosebumps all over my body. He looks up at me and we lock eyes. Sweaty, jumpy coffee man returns with a first aid kit and administers burn ointment. Peter stands out of the way and walks into his office, slamming the door. I don't know what his deal is. We work through the day. All the way through. It's close to midnight when I leave. The rest of the week is much the same. Maggie has cooked for me when I arrive home on Thursday night. It would've been delicious had I eaten it 4 hours ago when she made it. I turn on the shower and disrobe. Maggie appears behind me with sleepy eyes, "I thought you said you might be home early tonight," "That was very optimistic of me," "Hm, so why are you so late?" She's very serious. I rarely see her this way. Her lips are bright red, no lipstick necessary. Her cheeks are slightly flushed and her hair is sort of all over the place. I can see her slender waist through her nightgown. "Come in the shower with me," I smile. She doesn't budge, "I'd like to know why you're so late," "I don't know what to tell you. I was working," "Was Peter there with you the whole time?" "What? Of course he was. Maggie, don't be like that," I step into the shower. She stays at the door, "We both know that you still like men, Audrey. That's threatening to me," "That's absurd," I put my face under the cool water and let it run into my mouth. "I get it, okay? You're not gay, but you're not straight. So you're bi. But you have to understand that I am gay. Openly. My family loves me just the same. And the friends who couldn't handle that fact are gone. And I'm better off for it," I say nothing because I don't know what to say. What she's said makes sense and it scares me. "You called your mom weeks ago and it didn't go over so well. Have you called her back? And what about your stepdad?" She sighs. "Look, it's hard and it can be scary, but sooner or later you need to pick a side. I won't stick around if I have to worry all the time that you'll relapse and find a dick, ya know?" She walks away before I can answer. __________________________ My mother's voicemail picks up on my third attempt to call in the last week. Peter sits down across from me, "What's the matter?" He extends his pack of cigarettes and I take one. I take a long drag, "Nothing," I shake my head. "Come on. You're usually so sunny. What's happened?" "Okay, you wanna know?" He nods. "My mom won't talk to me because I'm dating Maggie," I take another long drag. "Well, maybe she had hoped you would end up with a man. Who knows? You still might," I look at him sharply and take a breath before speaking, "I'm never wishy-washy. I've always been able to set a clear path for myself and follow it to the end. But Maggie threw a wrench in the works. I'm... confused. I have been since I met her," I'm surprised I'm being so candid with Peter. "Look, Audrey, you're a stunning woman. You're charming and beautiful and amazing. I'm not surprised that people see you with a man more than a woman. But life doesn't always go how we planned it, ya dig?" I laugh for the first time all day. "Do you love her?" He asks, a little more serious now. I say the first thing that pops into my head, "Yes," I blush and look away, "Yes, I love her," "I have an idea," He says, taking out his phone. He places a few calls and we set our plan in motion. I call Maggie to come to the studio so we can have dinner together. Peter has one of the stylists fit me with a dress. It's mint green and fits like a dream. She gives me shoes to wear that match and does my makeup, too. I feel so pampered. A table is set in the middle of the floor to ceiling window room with a candelabra and silver trays. Champagne chills next to the table and two champagne flutes hold mixed berries at the bottom. Peter has even gone as far as dressing someone up as a waiter. Maggie arrives at 7pm sharp. Our waiter shows her to our table where I am sitting. The sunset hits the room and gives it a pink glow. Maggie's eyes light up when she sees me. "Holy shit," she laughs and comes over to hug me. She pulls away from me and looks me up and down, "Oh, my goodness. You clean up quite nicely," she pulls me in and kisses me. I savor the way her lips feel on mine. They fit together so perfectly. "I felt so bad that I hadn't had dinner with you in so long. So Peter called in some favors and we are in for a five course meal," I move around the table and pull out her chair for her and sit back in mine. We eat and talk and finish off our champagne. The sun is gone and only twinkling lights and our candles light the room now. I take her hands in mine from across the table and pull her closer. She's close enough to kiss, "Maggie, I love you," She searches my face and - after a moment - leans forward to kiss me. When she pulls away, her eyes have tears in them, "I love you, too," she gets up and comes around the table, kneeling in front of me, "I was scared I was losing you," "Not even close," I hold her face in my hands and we kiss for a long time. She buries her face in my hair and I tell her again, "I love you so much," She giggles and whispers it back. It feels so good to say it. I want to say it again and again. We head home after awhile and the butterflies in my stomach almost take over. When the sun comes up in the morning, I have quite a surprise for my beloved. ___________________________ I wake up when the light hits my face and Maggie is sleeping next to me. For a moment, I've forgotten the surprise. I run to the balcony and on the building directly across from us is a photo - blown up to cover the entire side of a building - of the moment I told Maggie I love her. The candles and the lights of the city twinkle and she and I hold hands over the table. We are both smiling - almost giddy - and she looks stunning. The woman can't take a bad photo. I run back to bed and wake her, "Maggie," I say, tracing my finger up and down her nose. She stretches and smiles, "Good morning," "I have a surprise for you and if I don't give it to you right now, I'll burst. Cover your eyes," She covers them and we walk over to the balcony together. I point her right at it, "Open your eyes," She gasps and puts her hands over her mouth. Tears spring to her eyes and she looks at me. "Surprise!" I am suddenly nervous that she hates it. She walks to me and holds my face in her hands, kissing me deeply. She walks while she searches my mouth with her tongue and suddenly she's laying on top of me on our balcony futon. She kisses me over and over again and licks long and slowly from my collar bone to my jaw and back to my mouth. I can feel her pressing into me with her hips and I reach around to grab her bottom and pull her into me. We move against each other, moaning and kissing. She pushes my nightgown up and kisses my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps. The heat of her tongue mixed with the cool morning air has me at the edge of my seat. I sit up, pulling her lips to mine. I smile against her mouth, "I love you," She breathes a long sigh and I lay her down. I kiss her breasts, taking a nipple on each side into my mouth. I linger on the right side, then the left. I can feel them hardening under my greedy tongue and I graze each one with my teeth. She yips and throws her head back. I squeeze both of her beautiful tits together and run my tongue across. I run my finger nails down her stomach and hook my thumbs into her thong. Pulling the lacy material down her thighs, I take a moment to appreciate every part of her beauty. Her olive skin is so unbelievably soft. She smells floral. So fresh. I bite my way up her thighs from her knees letting her moans of approval guide me. Letting my tongue lick the skin inside of her thighs, I want to tease her, but I can't wait. I let my tongue enter her and my lips cover her swollen clitoris down to just below my tongue. She groans loudly as I suck at her, thoroughly claiming all of her wetness for me only. Her breathing quickens when I lift the hood of her clit and pass over it again and again with my whole tongue. I hold her hips down when I think she's about to cum, and when she begins to buck them, I grab tightly and bury my face in her. I'm licking her like this is my last meal. Like she's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. She's trying to get away, but I don't stop. She grips the arm of the futon and screams out, eyes shut tightly. Her body is trembling when I stop and her breath is shaky. I kiss and lick my way up to her lips again and let her taste herself on me. We lay in an exhausted heap like this for awhile, looking at the photo and kissing. It feels so good and so right. We shower off together have breakfast before I have to go to work. When I walk in with a huge smile on my face, Peter and I fist bump and all is right in my world. __________________________ When I arrive at the studio the following Friday, I have two envelopes with my name on them waiting. I open one and it's a check for an obscene amount of money. The other is slightly less, but I am floored. Then I notice something in small writing in the memo. I run to Peter's office and he's at his desk. I hold out the checks, "Severance? You're firing me?" "Audrey, please close the door," I close the door and stand in front of him totally surprised. "Audrey, I'm not sure how to say this, so I'll just come out with it. Your work is wonderful, and you are incredible. Which is why I think I'm falling in love with you," I feel like I might vomit. "Working with you is such a pleasure that the late nights never bother me anymore. Your beauty and grace astound me. I respect the fact that you are in love with someone, which is why I haven't taken you on top of my desk. And anywhere else I can get my hands on you, for that matter. So, you see, it wouldn't be prudent for us to continue working together," My mouth is dry and I'm unsure of just how to say what I want to say, "Are you fucking high?!" Peter looks surprised and then chuckles, " Only on you, darling," "But the grand gesture for Maggie, why would you help me with it?" "Because I want to see you happy, why else?" I'm suddenly furious. "Maggie and I are settling in here, work is going great, but because you can't look at me and think with your brain instead of your dick, it's all over?" He walks over to me and puts a hand on the wall behind me, "That's the fire I love about you," he leans in closer. Before I can stop myself, I slap him across the face. When I walk out of his office, everyone is staring at me. I walk past them and manage to hold back the tears until I get out of the building. When I arrive home, Maggie is on the balcony drinking tea. She sees my face and rushes over to me, holding me close. "Oh my goodness, what's the matter?!" I have no choice but to tell her the truth, "Peter wanted to fire me because he says he's in love with me," I sob. She puts her hands on my shoulders, "What?" She looks different than I've ever seen now. She's livid and it's almost scary. She turns to me and kisses my face, wiping the tears away. She pours me a cup of tea and I calm down. "Would ice cream cheer you up?" I nod and she says she'll run to the corner store for some and be right back. _______________________ It's been almost an hour and I'm starting to worry. What could've possibly happened? I text and call to no avail. Moments later, Maggie walks in with ice cream and a swollen hand. "Where have you been? Oh my god, what happened to your hand?" It dawns on me all at once, "Did you do what I think you did?" "Punch that douche bag you work for in the face? Yup," she wraps some ice around her knuckles. "Maggie, that's assault," "Don't worry about it. I went in there and got him to tell me everything he told you, recorded it, punched him in the face, and told him that if he didn't sort this out and make it right, we'll sue the shit out of him," I sit down with her and hold the ice on her hand. She stares at me and with a very serious face says, "I would do anything to protect you," I look at her swollen knuckles, "I know," "The ball is in his court now. You just stand your ground. He can't treat you that way," I know she's right, but I also know we are happy here. I don't want to lose this, but I know now that no matter where we are, she'll love me. And I'll love her.