2. Old Friends, New Roomies

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It's been a week, and I'm glad that Tess has finally settled in. Her old optimism is back, and I love hearing her easy laugh around the house. It was so quiet before she came.

There are times when she stands behind me while I'm doing the dishes and just gently brushes her lips on my bare shoulder. Times when she's sprawled out on the sofa, reading a book, and I lie myself down across her lap, take the book from her hand, and tell her to kiss me. And then her closing the space between us, lowering her head to mine, skimming her lips along my lips, opening them up with flicks of her tongue, deepening the kiss and letting me taste her sweet scent.

We actually haven't done more than kiss or touch since that first night she came. I know she wants it to happen again, and she knows I do too. It's creating this tension between us that's so electric to be around.

It makes me rush home from work every day. The intimacy and comfort of it also turns me on. I feel like I know a lot more about her now.

She's broken out of the two-dimensional category my memories had put her in. We have long conversations that go late into the night. Even though I wake up a little tired and hungover in the morning, it's a habit I really like.

And whenever we're wrapping it up to get ready for bed, there's this feeling I get, this sinking feeling between my thighs, a drowsy desire that makes me feel lightheaded, so turned on. Tess tries to look away because I know she's feeling it too. I know the scenes from her first night here are still playing out in both our minds.

We can't turn it off. Tonight Tess offered to cook dinner, some vegan dish. I'm polishing off the last of it, it's pretty tasty.

I suggest we go see a movie afterwards, get out of the house tonight. Tess is game for it. She goes to her room and comes back with some black material in her hand.

When she unfolds it, I can see that it's a skirt, mid-thigh length. She says that she can't remember the last time she wore it, and her rule is if she hasn't worn it in a year, it's time to give it away. Oh, that's great, I'll wear it tonight, I say.

She walks to the counter to pick up a white bakery box, tied with string. Apparently it's from a shop up the road. She opens it and there's a gorgeous chocolate cake inside, black forest, artfully decorated, and almost too pretty to cut.

She dips her dessert spoon into it and slowly moves it to my face. Her eyes are wide-set and very dreamy, I love looking into them. I give her my steady gaze, flirty and playful.

I open my mouth and let her feed me, rubbing my hand on her thigh under the table. After giving me a few bites, she tries some too. She nods her head slowly, savoring the taste of the cake.

I move over and plant a kiss on the side of her neck. She stops moving and I hear her breathing slow down. I keep dragging my fingers lightly along her thigh, scratching a trail from her hip to her knee.

When I put my mouth over her earlobe, she moans. I'm sucking at it gently, letting my tongue slip around it. She rests her hand on the small of my back and squeezes me.

I don't want to move. Her eyes are still closed, peaceful, aroused. I kiss and nudge my nose against her ear.

I whisper, movie starts in an hour, we better get going. I'm looking down at Tessa's bag of various candies that she got from the concession. It actually is so hefty that it has to sit on the empty seat next to her.

I'm in awe of her sugar tooth. Can you actually finish that? She cocked her head to the side, as if to reply that that wouldn't be a problem.

I laugh at her and then squirm a little, getting more cozy in my seat. We're seated in the back row. It's a suspense film from the 50s that I've seen a bunch of times, but I'm glad Tessa's enjoying it.

She puts her hand on my knee. I turn my head to look at her and she has a mischievous smirk on her face. Her eyelids are heavy and she stares back at me calmly.

I look back at the screen, leaning back in my chair. Her hand begins to massage my knee, rolling her palm around it. I feel myself getting wet, feel myself twitching between my legs.

Tess tugs at my new skirt, angling it higher on my body. I accommodate her and lift my ass up a little so I can tug more of the fabric under me, which exposes more of my thighs. Our row is pretty much empty, but there are people directly in front of us, so we have to be a bit stealthy about this and not draw attention.

A part of me doesn't care at all, I just want to feel her. My back arches as her hand disappears up my thigh. When she realizes that I don't have any underwear on, I can see a smile spread across her face from the corner of my eye.

She's gently raking her hand through the soft downy hair on my mound. I rhythmically move my hips down to meet it, grinding on it slowly. We continue to meet each other, her rubbing my lips and clip between her fingers and me controlling the pressure by lowering and raising my hips onto them.

Her hand is getting slippery from me, making her touch even more sensitive. I'm slowing the pace down so that no one can hear the wet sounds, except us. My body shudders as her fingers play around my clit and dip between my lips, sometimes slipping into me with a little more force, massaging me on the inside with the pads of her active fingers.

It's hard for both of us to breathe quietly, but we're managing. My heart is beating so fast. I'm scared of us getting caught and I don't want her to stop.

The scene of the movie is changing to a car chase and it's very loud. Using the high volume as a cover, I let some moans escape my throat. Tess continues to rub me, and I'm so overcome that I lay my head on her shoulder, feeling too weak to keep my head up.

I slip one hand under hers, caressing my clit as her fingers stroke up into me. Our rhythm is steady and fevered. Feeling both our wet hands working me is driving me crazy.

Her fingers press on my G-spot and I start to get that tormented sensation of needing to pee. She thrusts her finger against it with a more intense, prodding force, and I'm meeting her with every movement. Her eyes lock again and her face is serious, her lips pulling together tightly not to make a sound.

Her eyes are begging for me to give in to her and release. It sends me over the edge and I feel my body shaking quietly as tremors spill through me. Tess's lips find mine and she kisses deep in my mouth, tasting my heat and stifling my tortured moans.

Her kisses become more tender, move across my cheek and along my temple. She puts her arm around me. I'm almost falling asleep as I hear the rustle of her candy wrapper.