Christine

"I'm so lucky." Katia says bringing her naked body closer to mine.

"Why?" I ask.

"I have the sexiest girlfriend in the world."

I can feel myself blushing. "Stop babe." I say.

She has not taken her hands off of me since we left the club. Holding my hand, putting her hand on my lower back, grabbing my ass.

We just got out of the shower and she asked to hold me tonight. Which is outside of our usual arrangement but I agreed.

I try to roll over to face her but she holds me in place and bites my shoulder. "Katia." I groan.

"I love it when you say my name." She whispers in my ear. The sound of her voice so close to my ear turns me on and she knows it.

Her hand parts my thighs. She grabs my leg and puts it over her own before her hand finds my center. I moan as her fingers pleasure me. Her lips caress the back of my neck and I grind my hips into her. Her fingers slide inside of me from behind and I gasp.

"Tell me you're mine." She demands.

I'm not used to anyone talking to me this way, especially not her. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on a little. Okay, a lot.

"I'm yours." I moan.

She digs deeper. "Say it louder for me baby."

"I'm. Yours." I force the words from my mouth as she hits my spot.

"Do you like when I fuck you like this?" She asks and I feel myself tightening around her fingers.

"Not yet." She says slowing her pace.

"I love it." I cry out. I roll on my belly and arch my back.

"Mmm. Good girl." She says. I can't see her but I can tell she's smiling. One hand smacks my ass while the other one slides in and out.

"I'm so close." I moan.

"Ask." She says.

I bite my lip. Ask??

She pulls my head back by my hair. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes."

She speeds up and I can't fight it off. I'm so close.

"I'll stop." She threatens.

"Please don't."

"Just ask me, baby." She says evenly.

"Can I cum?" The words reluctantly flow from my mouth.

"For who?" She asks amused by her own doing.

I moan as she puts a little more force behind the strokes.

"For you, baby! Can I cum for you?" I ask throwing myself against her fingers.

"Yes." She finally says.

Pulling. Pushing. Grabbing. Scratching.

Pure bliss.

Rapture.

With my body under her command, again and again she brings me to my climax.

I erupt and moan her name as loud as my voice will let me. I lay down with my heart thumping against my chest. She cuddles me gently.

I lie there trying to collect my thoughts. Trying to dissect and comprehend what transpired. It feels as though I have simultaneously lost and gained something.

"Did you just make me your sub?" I ask.

She giggles. "No. You just . . . . gave your girlfriend something she desperately needed."

I laugh. "Whatever makes me feel better, huh?"

"Mhm." She plants kisses on my back until I fall asleep.

This is the scene from Saturday night that hasn't stopped replaying in my head. I bite my lip thinking about the way she touched me. So deliberately and forceful. Yet lovingly. I've never "played the bottom," so to speak, for anyone before.

"Uhh.. Miss Bell?" Samantha is staring at me confused. I guess I zoned out.

I tune back in. They must have finished their presentation. I don't remember any of it. "Very good." I look at the clock. "Great class everyone. I'll see you next time."

The studio empties pretty quickly. All except my little devil in a leotard.

"Hey are you okay?" She asks.

"Yes. I'm fine." I sit behind my desk to create some type of distance between us. We have a habit of gravitating into the others arms. Which could end badly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Well you just seemed kind of distracted most of class." She says looking at herself in the mirror. She's poking at her stomach and sucking it in.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are today?" I ask.

She smiles. "You have but it never hurts to hear again."

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She stops looking in the mirror. "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome."

The studio door swings open and Olivia walks in grinning, as always. She reminds me of one of those cartoon cats that are always up to no good. Sly as a fox.

"Hey Livy." Katia says.

Olivia hugs her. "Hey stranger."

Katia laughs. She's been at my house since Friday afternoon and hasn't been home since.

"Chris! Just the person I wanted to see." Olivia says flashing that charming smile of hers. "I need your help."

"How can I be of service?" I ask.

"Well Leah really likes to dance. Like.. her whole family is composed of great dancers. They're having some type of party next weekend and I want to surprise her by learning how to dance. Can you teach me?"

"That's really sweet Olivia." I say. "I'll do it. What kind of dance?"

"Uh like salsa or what's the other one? It starts with a B."

"Bachata." Katia says looking at her fingernails.

Olivia snaps her fingers. "Yes. I want to learn that one. I think it's her favorite."

I chuckle. I bet it is. It's a very sexy dance. "When do you want to start?" I ask.

"Now if you want. Soccer practice got canceled today."

I shrug and stand up. "Okay."

Katia takes a seat on the floor against the wall. "I've got to see this."

Liv flicks her off.

"Come here." I say to Olivia. She scoots closer to me but still too far. I chuckle. "Olivia, we're going to have to get really close and personal to do this. It's okay." I say.

She steps closer.

"I assume you want to lead when you're dancing with Leah."

She nods.

"Okay. So right now I'll be you. You'd place your left hand here and you'd grab her other hand like this." I show her how it's done. "You're in charge here and you want her to know she can trust you to lead. You don't want to hurt her but your grip should be firm. Sturdy arms."

"Okay." Liv says.

I begin showing her the steps. After so many attempts she begins to get frustrated because she's not getting it.

"Stop. I'm sorry. I can't do it." Liv says and let's go of me.

"Yes you can. Would it help you to see it?" I ask.

"Maybe." Olivia sits down with her back against the mirrors.

I motion for Katia to come to me. She does.

"Almost like the first routine from Flame but just follow my lead and go slower so she can see." I say.

Katia nods.

"I'll be you. Katia will be Leah."

"Okay." Liv says.

We begin the dance and Katia is doing really well. Even though I know she's a great dancer, it always feels like a surprise when I experience it. When we're finished, Olivia asks to see it again. So we do it again. I practice with Olivia for another hour before we call it quits for the day. Now I have to meet Beverly.

"Are you coming home?" Olivia asks Katia.

"Yeah I'll be there."

"You can finally meet Leah. She's coming over for dinner."

"Okay. Cool."

"I'll wait for you outside." Liv says. "Thanks again Chris."

"You're welcome." I have to admit it's fun. I don't get to flex those muscles too often.

After she leaves Katia kisses me. "I'm going to miss you so much tonight."

"I'm going to miss you too." Sleeping without her grows increasingly more difficult each time she leaves my house.

"Your meeting is here?" She asks.

"Yup. In the conference room."

"Okay. Call me when you get home?" She takes her hair down from the ponytail and her raven tresses fall to her shoulders.

"Of course. I love you."

"I love you too." She says.

I kiss her and grab her butt.

She bites her lip. "You're not nice."

I smirk. "See you later."

She blows me a kiss before she walks out of the door and my heart leaves with her.

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Katia

I sit on the stool watching Olivia cook. She's so happy that we're having Leah over for dinner. It's cute seeing her overly excited like this. She's been talking about Leah ever since she got out of the shower. Not that I mind. Why would I? I shouldn't mind.

However, between you and me there's this sticky slow turning gunk in the pit of my stomach that almost feels like jealousy, but that wouldn't make sense. I am over Liv. Have been for quite some time. I'm madly and completely in love with Christine. This feeling is gross and doesn't make sense.

The buzzer goes off and Liv runs to get the door. I hear them greeting each other before they walk around the corner.

Leah is the color of warmth. As if the sun itself kissed her and placed her here on earth. Her evenly tanned skin flawless as far as the eye can see. Her eyes are deep brown to match her hair. It reminds me of beautifully twisted rope as it hangs by her face. She's beautiful.

She smiled shyly. "Hi, Katia."

"Hi Leah. It's nice to finally meet you." I hop down from the stool and hug her. As I'm hugging her, I swear I feel her sigh. Hopefully out of relief.

"I bought this." She holds up a bottle of wine, "Liv said you like white."

"Oh. Thank you! That was sweet of you."

She smiles at me. "You're welcome."

"Dinner should be done in no time. Do you want me to open that?" Liv asks me.

"Sure."

She takes the bottle to the kitchen.

"I like the way you decorated." Leah says.

"Thank you! Liv always tries to take credit but when we moved in she was so hungover from her going away party all she did was sleep on the floor."

Leah laughs. "Yeah I've seen her room. I know she didn't pick this decor."

"What did you say about my room?" Liv gives a glass of wine to me and another to Leah.

"It's ugly." I say before I sipping from my glass.

Leah giggles.

"Hey!" Liv says popping the top from her beer.

"Your room isn't ugly baby." Leah's says "It just needs a little love." She lovingly pinches Liv's chin.

"Aw thank you." Liv gives her a quick peck on the lips.

I chug the rest of my wine. I wish Mistress was here. Maybe that's what I'm feeling. I'm jealous because my girlfriend can't be here. That would make more sense than the alternative.

We all continue to talk and I refresh my wine glass.

Liv brings out the food and we all sit at our small dinner table together.

"This is so good babe." Leah says.

"Thank you babe." Olivia replies.

Babe.

Babe.

Babe.

I roll my eyes. Do they actually know each other's names?

Well the food is good.

Why am I being so crabby? Leah is really nice and she's making my best friend happy. I need to get a grip.

"So Kat, do you play any sports?" Leah asks.

Liv laughs. "Yeah right."

"Excuse you. I could play sports if I wanted." I say.

"Stick to dancing." Liv banters.

"That's right! You're a ballerina." Leah says. "How could I forget? I thought that was so cool when Olivia told me that."

"Cool? Really?" I ask. Not too many people say that.

"Yeah definitely. I like to dance. I mean... just with my family and stuff. I could never get up in front of a crowd and do it."

"Sure you could." I say. "The house lights are off. You can't really see the audience. Honestly, you can barely see anything if the stage lights are too bright." I chuckle thinking about Blue Bird. Those lights were so bright. Too bright. Though, I was also healing from a concussion. So maybe it was just me.

"I'm curious though Kat." Leah says.

"Hm?"

"All the time you spent with this one," she points to Liv, "and not one once of rhythm. How did you let that happen?"

I laugh. "I'm sorry. She was born with two left feet."

Liv turns red and she sips her beer. "I do okay on the dance floor." She defends herself.

"Oh. No of course you do, love." Leah says while making a face at me.

She's funny. We talk more about dance and school. I tell her embarrassing stories about Liv. One thing leads to another and we're moving furniture around so we have space to dance. Liv breaks out the hard liquor. It's a school night so I shouldn't but I have a shot or two anyway. We dance, drink, and laugh until we've all had our share and it's time to call it a night.

"It was really nice meeting you." Leah says hugging me.

"You too. We should do this again." I say and I really mean it. I had a good time.

I hug Liv. "Love you. I'm going to bed."

"Party pooper. Love you. Goodnight."

I wave one more time before retiring to my bedroom. I strip down to my panties and crawl into bed. It's late. I'm surprised Mistress hasn't called yet. I dial her number and I'm almost certain it's about to go to voicemail.

"Hey!" She answers. Her voice sounds weird.

"Hi. What are you doing?" I ask.

"Oh. I'm still at that meeting." She says.

I look at the time. "It's almost midnight."

She sighs.

"Chrrriiiisss." I hear Beverly calling her name flirtatiously. "Come back."

"Well sounds like you're having a good time." I say. Snark weaved through each word.

"No. Listen, I'm about to leave. Can I call you then?"

"Where are you?" I ask. As much as I don't want to, I find myself getting angry.

"At her house. It's a long story." She explains.

"Is that your girlfriend?" I hear Beverly ask.

Chris doesn't say anything.

"Tell her yes." I say.

"I'll call you back. I promise." She says.

"Don't. I'm going to bed. Have a good night." I say before ending the call. What the hell was that?

Why is she at Beverly's house? I thought the meeting was at school. At five thirty. It midnight and they're at her house. Beverly sounded drunk.

I lie here staring at the ceiling growing more and more irritated. I hear pots and pans in the kitchen. I put a T-shirt on to investigate.

As I get closer I see Liv washing the dishes with her earbuds in. She's really into it.

I get closer and tap her shoulder. She nearly jumps out of her skin.

She holds her head towards me so I can remove the earbud.

"What are you doing up?" She asks.

"I just can't sleep. Need some help?" I ask.

"I'll wash. You can dry." She says handing me the towel.

"Deal." I begin drying the wet dishes already piled.

"So dinner went really well. Thanks for being so nice to her." Liv says.

"Why wouldn't I be nice to her?"

"I don't know." She shrugs.

"I like her and I'm glad you have her."

Liv looks at me and smiles. "Thanks Kitty."

"But if she breaks your heart, I'll kill her." I clench my fist and shake it.

Liv laughs. "No doubt in my mind that you would."

I give her a confirming look.

"So why are you really awake?" She asks.

"Christine." I mumble. I adore and hate how well Liv knows me.

"You guys fighting?"

"Not fighting so much as I'm annoyed. She's at coach K's house and she didn't tell me she was going there. Then when I call her, because she didn't call or text me at all, I hear Beverly calling her and being obnoxious in the background. Beverly asked if it was her girlfriend on the phone and she didn't say anything."

Liv makes a face. "Maybe there's a reasonable explanation."

"As to why she was hiding the fact that she was at her exes house and denied it being her girlfriend on the phone Or why Beverly was drunk and Chris may have been too. Her voice was raspy the way it is when she drinks." I actually love the rasp in her voice. It's so cute.

"Maybe."

I scoff.

"Chris loves you, Kat. That much is obvious. I don't think she would do anything to hurt you. Not like that."

I sigh. Liv is probably right.

I change the subject to Leah and we talk about her until we're finished with the dishes.

"Kitty." Liv says.

"Yes?"

"Why don't we sleep together tonight? Like old times."

I chuckle. "Sure but in my bed. I don't know how clean your sheets are." I tease.

We get settled and comfortable under the blanket. She strokes my hair. It's comforting which is just what I need.

"Love you, Liv."

"Love you more, Kitty. Get some rest."

I smile and close my eyes. Before I know it I drift off to sleep.

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