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When they arrived at the apartment, Agatha was the first to rush into the bathroom. She took a shower, wanting to sober up as quickly as possible. Rio had barely kissed her, she’d refused because of the alcohol.
She didn’t want to give herself too much time to think about Rio either, knowing that her rational side would simply tell her that Agatha was drunk and that teasing her might not have been a good idea. Or worse yet, that she might have taken advantage of the situation.
Agatha stepped out of the shower, dried herself off quickly, and slipped on some underwear and a T-shirt. Her courage began to fade along with the alcohol, and she felt less and less confident. Rio had pushed her away. Maybe Rio just didn’t want her, Rio had just broken up with Hela.
She felt stupid, what she’d done was undoubtedly inappropriate, asking Rio to kiss her, while being fiancée, when she’d ended her two-year relationship just a few days earlier... It probably wasn’t the best thing to do...
- You can go, she whispered, seeing Rio standing in their kitchen, a glass of water in her hand. Come join me in bed soon.
Rio walked toward her slowly, her big doe eyes shining in the apartment’s dim lighting. She slipped the glass of water into her hands and headed for the shower herself. She hurried, not knowing what state Agatha was in. She quickly removed her makeup, then grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from the pile of clothes they constantly shared. In fact, three-quarters of them belonged to Rio, but Agatha had decreed that it was THEIR pile of pajamas.
Rio crossed the room, turning off all the lights as she went. When she stepped through the doorway into her bedroom, Agatha was already under the covers. She’d taken Rio’s phone with her, the screen displayed several messages from Natasha asking where she’d gone.
Rio slipped under the covers next to Agatha, peering over her shoulder at what turned out to be her own phone.
Several messages from Natasha were displayed, all asking:
- Where are you?
And here I was, thinking I could kidnap the star of the night and slip away with her...
I hope you got home okay, see you soon Ri' ♡ -
Agatha had her eyebrows furrowed, her fingers clenched around the screen, already annoyed by the behavior of the person she thought was more than just a friend.
- She’s driving me crazy, following you everywhere like a puppy craving attention, Ri’, Agatha growled, emphasizing the last word with a grimace.
Rio snatched the phone from Agatha’s hands, locked it, and set it on the nightstand once it was turned off.
- Maybe, but she’s not the one I came home with, mi vida, Rio added.
Agatha turned to face her, and Rio slowly pulled her into her arms.
- How are you feeling?
Agatha didn’t answer, she clung to Rio, her gaze still slightly clouded by alcohol.
- Better now, she sighed.
Agatha’s warm hands slid up under her T-shirt, against her abdomen. She brushed against her as if she could reclaim Rio’s body. She remembered how much tighter she’d held her after she’d spent the night with Hela. And Rio was exhausted from hiding, exhausted from hoping, exhausted from secretly longing, but she refused to ruin Agatha’s future.
Agatha pressed herself closer to her, their skin brushing with every breath. Agatha buried her face in the crook of Rio’s neck, breathing in her scent.
- You’re so impressive on stage, she whispered against her skin.
Rio inhaled slowly, calmly, trying to keep her composure.
- You were magnificent, mi alma. You were the only one I could see in the audience… Thank you for coming, love.
- I should have come sooner. I’m sorry. I was so scared…
Rio tried to pull her away from her neck to face her, but she refused to let go.
- Scared of what, baby? Tell me, what were you scared of? Is this about Natasha?
Agatha shook her head, her nails digging into the skin of her stomach as she said Natasha’s name. Her leg wrapped around Rio’s, and she seemed to cling to her like a little koala.
- No… it was just… well, with the alcohol, you being so passionate, and the stage clothes… I mean, it was a lot, it was intense, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from kissing you.
Rio’s heart suddenly tightened, realizing that this request for a kiss came only from the alcohol and all the glitz that the stage put before the audience’s eyes. Her breath caught in her throat.
Agatha gently slid her hand up again, higher this time, right against her sternum. Rio’s phone vibrated on the nightstand, Agatha frowned, already annoyed by whatever was interrupting their conversation.
Rio sighed but grabbed her phone, the screen displayed a name she hadn’t expected to see so soon.
Hela
Agatha stared at her screen, already on the defensive, digging her nails into Rio’s skin once more.
- What does she want? Agatha asked.
She didn’t want to know, she didn’t want to open the message, but not doing so would be weird. She could ask Agatha to do it for her, but she didn’t want her to see something she didn’t want to see before she did.
- I don’t know.
She sighed and unlocked the phone, her conversation with Hela popped up on the screen immediately, she didn’t have time to turn it away.
Hela:
- I saw the photos of you at the concert. I was wondering if you’d stopped hiding, but it seemed pretty obvious.
It was always easier when you were careful, when you tried to look normal. I guess it’s different now. I mean, maybe you’re doing this for her, since she is fiancée to a man. I didn’t think you were that desperate.-
Rio froze, completely devastated by what she’d just read. She trembled violently. Agatha snatched her phone from her hands, Rio pulled the blanket up, breathing shallowly, her gaze vacant.
Her shoulders instinctively hunched inward. She almost unconsciously pulled the comforter tight against her stomach, as if to hide her body before she’d even had time to think.
Something changed immediately in Agatha’s gaze, there was pure, cold, violent anger.
- This fucking bitch.
Rio looked down at once.
- It’s not necessarily—
- Don’t defend her.
Agatha’s tone wasn’t harsh, just sharp and trembling with rage, but not directed at Rio, never at Rio. She immediately flung the phone to the other end of the bed before turning back to Rio, then stopped short. Because Rio was already trying to disappear.
Her arms were clasped against her stomach, her legs drawn up, her gaze evasive, as if a few lines had been enough to make her forget everything Agatha had said to her earlier.
Agatha’s face softened.
- Hey… hey, no… no, don’t do that…
She immediately slid her hands onto Rio’s wrists, gently, without rushing her.
- Don’t hide from me.
Rio’s eyes were wet now.
- You don’t understand… she saw my body, she knows what I really look like…
Agatha frowned.
- "Really"?
Her voice almost broke.
- Rio, this is your real body.
Rio looked away, ashamed, Agatha gently cupped her face to force her to look at her.
- Listen to me carefully because I’m only going to say this as much as you need to hear it, she said in a voice trembling with contained anger. There’s nothing about you that I want to hide, nothing. Not a single fucking part of you.
Tears rolled down Rio’s cheeks.
- Agatha…
- No, let me finish.
Agatha moved even closer, pressing their foreheads together.
- Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you that morning?
Rio shook her head weakly, Agatha’s gaze dropped for a second toward her before immediately returning to her eyes.
- I thought you were beautiful, so beautiful it almost scared me.
Rio let out a stifled sob, preventing her from speaking, she hoped it wasn’t the alcohol in Agatha’s blood speaking.
- She taught you to survive by making you believe your body was a problem to be fixed. But when I look at you, I see someone magnificent. Someone I want to touch, to love… someone I want to wake up with every morning.
Agatha’s fingers gently caressed the back of her neck. Rio simply responded by clinging to her T-shirt.
- You don’t need to become smaller, or anything else, or less of yourself to deserve love.
Rio completely broke down at that moment, Agatha immediately pulled her close, holding her so tightly that Rio could almost feel her own heart beating against Agatha’s.
- I’m going to end up hitting her, Agatha whispered against her hair.
A small, trembling laugh escaped Rio despite herself.
- Agatha…
- No, but seriously, I’m going to do it.
Rio buried her face in Agatha’s neck as Agatha continued to rock her gently, slowly stroking her back. Agatha closed her eyes for a second, as if that might help her make sense of everything she was feeling. But it only made things worse.
All the memories came flooding back, too fast, too intense.
The nights spent together, the "innocent" cuddles, the glances that lingered a little too long, the moments when she’d wanted to do something but never dared.
Agatha opened her eyes again, meeting Rio’s, who was already staring at her through her tears with undisguised tenderness.
- Was it me? Agatha asked. The ambiguous friendship last night, she explained.
- Yes, the ambiguous friendship, and everything else…
Rio remained vague, she didn’t want to ruin Agatha’s relationship with Ralph, she didn’t want to admit that, yes, she wanted to sleep with her best friend, that she thought of her while sleeping with her ex. And even less that it was because of her that she’d chosen Hela, a brunette with blue eyes and very pale skin. But Hela had nothing to do with Agatha, much to her dismay, and Agatha already had her future fiancé. He was tall, objectively handsome, rich, kind, and above all, her mother liked him.
Agatha blushed slightly, sliding her hand against Rio’s cheek. Then she frowned, pulling her hands away from Rio’s cheeks, Rio gently grabbed her wrists.
- So… it was me you wanted to sleep with… regarding last night’s question…? Agatha asked timidly.
Rio panicked, she looked away, searching for something, anything, to cling to.
- Not like that… I mean… yes, it was phrased that way, but that was the question… stammered Rio.
- Rio, I want to fuck you so bad it’s embarrassing, Agatha cut in. Last time I woke up with your erection pressed against my butt, and I was so wet I had to—
Rio stared at her, stunned, eyes wide open, cutting her off in a panic.
- No, no, don’t say that, you’ve been drinking… You don’t need to say that.
Agatha stopped herself, her chest tightening at the panic in Rio’s eyes.
- Rio…
- No, no, you can’t say that, Rio whispered between rapid breaths.
Rio brought her hands up to her face as if to hide from Agatha’s gaze, but Agatha gently grabbed her wrists while pressing herself completely against her body.
- I’m not as drunk as you think, Rio. I know exactly what I’m doing, and I’ll remember it very well tomorrow, Agatha murmured against her neck.
She slid her lips along her neck, planting light kisses before sucking the smooth skin between her lips.
- Agatha… Rio gasped one last time, trying to keep control.
Agatha’s nails gently scratched her abs. She felt Agatha’s teeth sink into the flesh of her collarbone. She felt the heat rush straight to the pit of her stomach. She grabbed Agatha’s hand and pushed her away.
- Agatha… You’ve been drinking… a lot…
- Why don’t you want me? Agatha sighed in frustration, on the verge of tears.
- I want you, I want you so much, Rio whispered between Agatha’s kisses on her throat.
- Then let me take care of you a little, Agatha murmured in a soft voice.
Rio was almost ashamed of the moan that escaped her lips. She released Agatha’s hand, which immediately slipped back under her T-shirt, scratching the same spot. Her lips found her neck again, then the line of her jaw. Rio’s free hand clutched the sheets while the other remained tangled in her hair.
Agatha repositioned herself on top of her, trapping Rio’s erection between them. Agatha’s rapid breathing and movements both squeezed and caressed her. Agatha’s lips ravaged Rio’s neck, jaw, throat, and collarbone. No part was spared, then Agatha’s hips began to undulate slowly against her. And Rio knew it was over for her.
It was just sex, but she’d been dreaming of Agatha on top of her like this for so long that she could be satisfied with that. She needed Agatha so badly, and even more so tonight.
- Agatha…
Her tone was pleading, she didn’t know if she was begging Agatha to stop or begging her to keep going. She’d probably have bruises tomorrow, hickies and bite marks, but who cared? Agatha seemed to enjoy leaving her marks.
The heat radiated through her belly, down to the small of her back, she could feel her penis throbbing between them. Rio moaned and sighed, holding back as much as she could so she wouldn’t die of shame in front of Agatha in a few seconds.
Agatha undulated her hips again, her hand sliding down against Rio’s lower abdomen as she nibbled on her earlobe, moaning, while her other hand rested tenderly against her throat. Heat exploded in her abdomen, she arched beneath her, trembling, a wet gush soaking through her shorts. Her hips continued their movements, but Agatha stopped. She sat up, straddling her hips.
- Did you just…?
Rio blushed, lowering her eyes in embarrassment, she tried to sit up to escape, but Agatha pinned her to the bed.
- Sorry… I didn’t mean to…
Agatha was clearly still a little drunk, and so was Rio, but she was starting to spiral out of control long before she realized it...
- Damn, that was hot, Agatha sighed.
- I’m sorry, Rio sighed, staring at the ceiling, almost paralyzed beneath Agatha’s body.
Her lips, resting in the hollow of her neck, moved up against her cheek. Agatha pressed her lips to the corner of her. She gently caressed her cheeks and placed a soft, barely pressed kiss on her lips.
- Let me clean that up, Agatha replied before getting ready to pull away.
Rio froze, a look of horror on her face.
- No! Wait.
Agatha stopped, staring at Rio in confusion.
- I’ve never… well… you know… Never received anything…
- Oh… you don’t like it?
Rio blushed, suddenly very, very shy.
- I don’t know... I usually tuck when I have sex... I was so scared with my exes... and Hela only wanted me when I tucked, so...
All trace of joy vanished from Agatha’s face.
- Wasn’t it painful?
- Yeah... sometimes, but... Hela...
Agatha was almost in tears, a flash of rage crossed her eyes.
- That bitch...
Then her expression softened, becoming tender, gentle... sad...
- I'm sorry, baby... so sorry... I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, but please don't hurt yourself like this anymore...
Rio lowered her eyes.
- It didn’t hurt that bad...
Agatha lifted her head slowly, locking her eyes with Rio’s once more.
- There’s a very simple rule we’re going to follow, okay? If it hurts you and you don’t get any pleasure from it, you don’t do it. That’s how it has to be.
Rio nodded, her big brown eyes following the curve of Agatha’s lips.
- I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore…
Agatha leaned toward Rio, closing the space between their lips, but Rio pulled back.
- Ralph…
- Baby, I already made you cum, I don’t care, Agatha whispered against her lips.
She slid her tongue slowly into Rio’s mouth, caressing hers gently. Rio fluttered her eyelashes slightly as she felt Agatha’s tongue against hers. The young woman’s body pressed even closer against hers, and Agatha slid her hand over her shorts, which were still slightly taut and now damp. Agatha let out an almost humiliating moan into her mouth as she felt Rio stiffen in her hand.
- I want this so badly, Agatha sighed against her lips despite herself.
Rio gently grabbed her hand to pull it away from her shorts, she didn’t want Agatha to do anything she’d regret the next day. But Agatha slowly grabbed Rio’s wrist, guiding her hand between her thighs. Agatha brushed against the damp lace of her underwear, the young woman’s hips lifted despite Rio’s almost nonexistent touch. A moan escaped her, she tightened her grip on Rio’s wrist as Rio tried to pull away.
Agatha looked at Rio with an almost pleading gaze, she didn’t want to let her think she didn’t want her when she’d been waiting for this for years.
- Please? Agatha asked in a trembling voice.
Rio nodded, sliding her fingers fully over Agatha’s panties. She traced a few circles against her clitoris through the fabric, drawing a few loud moans from her, then moved down toward her entrance. She could feel her pressing against her fingertips through the thin fabric.
- Rio… Agatha pleaded.
Rio looked up at her, carefully studying every emotion on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath short, Rio had never seen her in such a state. She could barely keep her eyes open every time Rio’s fingers brushed against her, her eyes were almost black with desire.
- What if this is a mistake tomorrow? Rio asked.
- Then we’ll never do it again, but please, Rio…
Agatha writhed beneath her hand, pleading. Rio finally let go of her hesitation, she sat up and slid between Agatha’s thighs. If she was going to do this once in her life, she wanted to do it right. Agatha sat up just enough to pull off her T-shirt and toss it across the room. Rio’s heart skipped a beat.
Agatha lay back down in front of her, her chest heaving, already flushed with desire, just like her cheeks. Rio’s gaze drifted down to her breasts, straining forward.
- Can I? Rio asked, almost timidly.
Agatha nodded without even thinking twice. Rio leaned down and took her hard nipple between her lips, sliding her tongue against the tip. Her fingers slid over the damp fabric again, moving up to her clitoris.
- Rio, don’t tease me, I need you, Agatha sighed, arching her back beneath her.
Rio sucked her breast harder and pushed her panties aside. She slid her fingers into the wet, warm folds of Agatha’s crotch with a satisfied sigh against her skin. She was soaking wet with desire, burning hot, her fingers sliding against the swollen clitoris, tracing slow circles as she knew so well how to do. Agatha moaned, Rio smiled with satisfaction as she teased her nipple with her tongue between her teeth.
Her hips undulated against Rio’s hand, she wanted to hold out as long as possible. If this was the only time Rio would make love to her, she wanted it to last, but she already needed Rio inside her so badly. Her crotch clenched in the void, throbbing with anticipation. Rio stared at her obsessively through her lashes, sighing against her chest. Agatha let out a small, high-pitched cry when Rio teased her entrance with her fingertips.
- Baby, I need you inside…
Rio released her breast to trace her way up her chest to her neck, kissing her way down to her throat.
- Ask politely, Rio whispered against her skin.
- Rio, please, I need you, Agatha pleaded, clinging to her hips.
Rio slowly slid two fingers inside her, first two knuckles, then continued to tease her with her fingertips.
- Rio! Agatha cried out.
Rio pushed her fingers all the way in, Agatha’s vagina stretched so easily to let her in. She was burning hot, soft, soaking wet.
- You’re so ready for me, so wet, Rio sighed, sucking on the spot just below her ear.
- All for you, Agatha assured her.
She could feel herself dripping between her buttocks. Rio began a slow back-and-forth motion, curving her fingers inside her slightly, pressing on that spot that made her moan louder and louder against Rio’s ear. Agatha’s thighs wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. She could feel her erection brush lightly against her hip, Rio’s fingers continued their back-and-forth motion, her thumb sliding against her clitoris.
- Rio, more please, more…
Rio added a third finger inside her, Agatha arched beneath her as she felt Rio’s thumb trace circles against her clitoris once more. Her legs began to tremble around Rio’s waist, she turned her head to seek out her lips. She caught Rio’s lips between hers, sliding her tongue against Rio’s before sucking on her lower lip. Rio’s cock was still rubbing against her hip, she couldn’t help but imagine Rio inside her, just as she wanted her inside. It would feel so good, her eyelids fluttered.
- Anh, Rio, please… she whispered against her lips.
She didn’t know what she was begging for, but she was begging, she was ready for anything. Her walls tightened around Rio’s fingers, her thumb struck her clitoris, and Rio rubbed against her again. Then the heat in the pit of her stomach surged violently before spreading throughout her body, as if a rubber band had just snapped in the small of her back. She stifled a sharp moan against Rio’s lips as her orgasm, of a power she hadn’t imagined possible, made her tremble and cry out against Rio. Her nails dug into the small of her back to force her to stay pressed against her, to cling to the only physical sensation that didn’t border on the divine in that moment.
Rio watched her tremble beneath her, her mouth half-open against hers, her nails digging into the flesh of her hips. Agatha threw her head back, exposing her throat, lifting her hips one last time against Rio’s crotch as Rio collapsed against her, breathless.
After a few seconds, she withdrew her hand from Agatha’s crotch. She was about to wipe her hand on the sheets, but if this was the only time she could taste Agatha, she wasn’t going to deny herself. She ran her tongue over her fingers, sucking up everything she could clean off. She tasted Agatha on her tongue, her eyes closing with a loud sigh.
Agatha opened her eyes to see Rio licking her fingers greedily, she pulled Rio toward her by the collar of her T-shirt, pressing her lips against hers. She could taste herself on Rio’s tongue, and it was magnificent.
- Delicious, Rio sighed as she pulled away from Agatha’s lips.
Agatha clung to Rio’s collar, refusing to let go, pressing her against her, her legs still wrapped around her waist.
- Rio… I want us to do it again, Agatha pleaded with puppy-dog eyes as she caressed her face.
Rio struggled to free herself from Agatha, but Agatha gave in, loosening her grip only to press herself against Rio the moment her head touched the pillow.
- Baby, Agatha whispered against her ear, in the crook of her neck.
Agatha was practically begging, and Rio gave in instantly, leaning toward Agatha, who didn’t need to be asked twice. When their lips finally met properly for the first time, Agatha knew she could never turn away again. Rio’s soft lips against hers, the lips she’d dreamed of for so long, finally against hers, drawing sighs she didn’t even know she possessed.
Agatha’s tongue joined the kiss, seeking out Rio’s. Her hands got lost in the brown hair. She opened her eyes slightly to see Rio staring at her as she kissed her, as if she were afraid that if she closed her eyes, it would all be just a dream.
Rio was gentle and tender, but Agatha bit her lip, hungry for more, gripping Rio’s hips to pull her closer, Rio closed her eyes. The wet, sticky patch on her shorts made her want to make her come again. But Rio’s mortified look after her orgasm forced her to slow down.
Rio moaned into the kiss, panting, hard against Agatha’s body once more. Agatha released Rio’s lips despite her frustrated sigh.
- How long has it been since anyone touched you? How long has it been since YOU touched yourself, down here? Agatha sighed, sliding her hand against the bulge in her shorts.
- Agatha…
Rio sighed again, her cheeks flushed.
- Do you want to know a secret?
Rio nodded, breathless.
- When you went to Hela’s in the evening, sometimes I’d slip into your bed, under your sheets, take your dildo, and masturbate with it, imagining it was you... I stopped because every time I finished, I wanted to take refuge in your arms, and that wasn’t possible...
- Is that why you called me pretending to be sick? Rio replied stunned.
Agatha bit her lip, nodding shyly.
- Agatha...
Agatha simply slid her hand over the fabric of Rio’s shorts again. Her hand slid over the wet, sticky patch, gripping all of Rio through the fabric.
- You seem like such a big girl...
Rio had often joked that life was unfair and that trans men always had the biggest breasts. And trans women the biggest dicks. The parts they usually wanted to hide always made their lives more complicated. And Agatha now knew where that joke came from... or at least the second part.
Rio’s eyelids fluttered slightly, a sharp gasp escaped her, and Agatha took the opportunity to tease her a little more. She grabbed Rio’s hand and slid it over her own shorts, against her crotch. Rio’s fingers met the damp fabric.
Rio moaned, curling her fingers to brush against Agatha’s clitoris through the fabric. Agatha arched her hips, seeking more contact, sighing with pleasure.
She released Rio and climbed onto her hips, her legs straddling Rio’s, holding her firmly in place.
-Will you let me use you, baby? I need you so bad... I don’t wanna masturbate in the bathroom while you’re here, so ready to please me...
Rio knew how bold Agatha could be when drunk, but she’d never had the chance to experience Agatha drunk and horny, at least not without having to hide it. Rio nodded, almost shyly.
Agatha lowered her hips, brushing against the bulge in Rio’s shorts for the first time. Then she let her hips grind against Rio. Rio watched her as if she’d just discovered the stars, sighing, shivering under the movements of her hips. Agatha pulled her own T-shirt up over her breasts, cupping them with both hands...
- Fuck…
Rio gave in at that moment, grabbing Agatha’s hips to press them against her. The movements of her pelvis quickened with each rub.
- Rio... Move with me... That’s so good... I think I could come, please...
Rio’s hips thrust up against her, drawing a moan from Agatha. She leaned in toward Rio’s lips, Rio kissed her deeply and thrust her hips against her.
- Ah... fuck... baby...
Agatha clung to Rio’s shoulders, her hips moving uncontrollably through her orgasm. Rio trembled beneath her, coming to the sound of Agatha’s moans against her lips.
Agatha collapsed beside her, Rio still trembling slightly. Agatha slowly caressed her face tenderly, planting soft kisses on her cheeks.
- Look at me, baby, Agatha asked.
Rio turned her face toward her, eyes moist, lip trembling.
- Hey, it’s okay, breathe... You’re safe, you’re beautiful, your body is beautiful...
Rio nodded slowly, as if trying to convince herself.
- I’m not used to this kind of contact...
Agatha nodded, continuing to caress her cheeks.
- How do you feel?
- I... It’s stupid... but I feel like I’ve done something wrong...
Agatha snuggled up against her again, gently stroking her arm.
- It’s not stupid, it’s just what your brain has learned... You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise, there won’t be any negative consequences from this... I feel good, really good actually, it was amazing. We’ll take it step by step, okay? We’ll teach your body that it’s beautiful just the way it is and that it doesn’t deserve to be hidden just to exist.
A sob escaped Rio’s lips, Agatha held her tighter, guilt tightening her stomach. If she’d told her sooner, if she’d understood sooner, Rio wouldn’t have gone through all that, Rio wouldn’t have had to endure Hela’s contempt and transphobia.
- I’m sorry, baby… I’m so sorry… You’re good, so good… too good for this world… You’re perfect just the way you are, I want your body to hear that and your mind to understand it...
She waited for the wave to pass, reassuring her as much as she could, as gently as possible. Rio’s pain finally subsided. Agatha didn’t want to say anything that might trigger Rio again.
- I’m going to take a shower, Agatha whispered.
Rio let out a little laugh that warmed Agatha’s heart.
- Yeah, I should go too, I’m a little sticky…
Agatha nodded and kissed her cheek.
- You go first, I’ll go after you. I think I’m the least sticky of the two of us, Agatha teased gently.
Rio stood up, her legs still trembling, her shorts clinging to her crotch. Rio rushed into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, her face was red, her eyes almost completely swallowed up by her pupils. What had she just done?