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“Okay. But,” she said.
“But.”
“There are so many, many things that aren’t kissing.”
Because Katie could bethis,with Wil, now.
She could have what they’d had tonight, just for as long as it lasted until their time ran out. They could have this together, this out-of-time, home-for-the-holidays moment, because the universe owed it to both of them. It would be impossible, ever, to regret it. Katie had never wanted anything this much.
“Come here.” Wil led her to the love seat, where she pulled her down to sit. “I’m having a hard time standing up at the level of turned on I am at the moment.”
Katie watched Wil shrug out of her coat and put it on the ground. She looked overwarm, flushed, and blonder in her pale blue sweater. The jeans were offending Katie, they were so hot.
Katie took off her coat and then her hat and wig, running her hands through her hair, closing her eyes at how much better it felt.
Wil studied her. “What do you want?”
“I want whatever is the same mood as our whole day so far.” Katie thought about it, her body buzzing. “Easy, with both of us doing some firstpartof something. Sexy, but with a little immaturity thrown in. Also, I haven’t had a partner, even a casual one, for a very long time, so I like the idea of… steps.” Katie didn’t recognize her voice, and she was someone who had used a lot of different voices over the years.
Wil shifted to lean against the back of the sofa. “Do you ever look at or read erotic stuff?”
“Yes.” Wil’s questionracedthrough her body. “A lot. Not so much look, but read.”
“Me, too. Not so much look, but read. You know what one of my favorite kind of stories is?”
“Tell me right now.” Katie got closer. Even moving her legs made her have to close her eyes involuntarily at the tension between them.
“Like, there are all different ways to tell the story, but say there’s these roommates.”
“Yes.” She wanted to laugh.Yeswas what actors were trained to say in improv classes, alwaysyes,and this was the best improv scene Katie had ever been part of.Yesto talking about erotic stories with Wil.Yesto Wil’s denim-clad thighs and hot pink white-blond gorgeousness next to Katie on the couch.
Wil laughed. “And they start talking about masturbation. Usually like,Oh, I never do that.AndWhat? You don’t? I do it all the time, why not?”
“The show-me-how stories.” Katie laughed. “They are solid gold.”
“Yes, and the other part of that kind of story I like is theDoesn’t it feel better when we do it together? Why is that? I have no idea.”
Katie was extremely turned on. It was terrible. She couldn’t stop smiling. “I have an amazing idea.”
“I bet.” Wil smiled, too. That beautiful mouth. Those blue eyes. Katie felt so lucky.
“How do you do it?” Katie thought this was the best question she had ever asked anyone, ever. Mainly because she was asking Wil.
“I’m extremely old-school,” Wil said. “Middle two fingers, indirect pressure, two and a half minutes.”
Jesus.
“Unfasten your pants and get those fingers down there.”
“Come closer.”
Katie got close, leaning against the back of the love seat, inches from Wil.
Wil dropped lower against the soft sofa back, lifted up her sweater, and unbuckled her wide leather belt, making Katie clench everywhere inside of her body. She unbuttoned her jeans, which had a button fly, until Katie could see her barely rounded, pale belly and the very edge of a pair of black panties. Wil slid her fingers underneath the waistband of them. A noise caught in her throat, and her eyes closed.
“Fuck, Wil.” Katie watched the small movements, how Wil’s knee came up, her hips jerked.
Wil opened her eyes to look at Katie. Her eyes were so soft. “How do you?”