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Rebecca / Keeley
"...no," Rebecca says, pressing the phone against her ear. "I won't be able to attend tonight."
It is a surprise that her voice hasn't faltered once. This conversation is dragging on longer than she expected, longer than she can stand. On the phone screen, the timer marks already two minutes but the blonde feels that she has been talking for an eternity.
"No?" On the other side, the voice sighs. Rebecca hears the sound of paper rustling and then a pen scribbling down something. "I thought you confirmed the RSVP..."
She did confirm her assistance weeks ago. But plans changed.
Plans changed, and the blonde’s body tenses as she feels Keeley Jones' fingers pressing against her back, reaching down and going lower towards the undone edge of her blouse. They slip beneath, tracing the bare skin of Rebeca’s hips. It’s vague and almost delicate at first until the blonde feels the acrylic nails digging into the flesh. And Rebecca can't point out if it's a plea or a warning.
Rebecca doesn't need to turn around to feel Keeley’s eagerness, it’s almost as if she can hear the girl’s patience running thin, hanging by a thread, as her body presses from time to time against hers, a jolt of electricity every time the skin brushes against the skin, and she thinks that she can feel Keeley’s restlessness over her, like a throbbing thing, burning to the touch. For a moment the blonde wants to bury her head in the ground and hide from the world, a sudden wave of shame, but then she remembers that this is it, the worst —or the best, actually— that can happen has already happened because her pencil skirt is already lifted up, the ironed fabric now just a crumpled mess, and the cold air hits the back of her exposed thighs and her panties are down her ankles.
"Yes, I know..." Rebecca breathes, then closes her eyes. "Something very urgent came up. And... I just won't be able to attend."
Keeley takes a step closer, one of her hands tightens around her hip tighter while the other leaves her body, and Rebecca misses the touch for a second until she feels the tip of the strap pressing gently against her slit, parting her lips gently, guided forward by Keeley’s hand. It's so subtle, but it’s enough to make her tighten her fingers around the phone, the muscles of her stomach tensing in anticipation. The blonde makes a conscious effort to keep her lips pressed together, not letting any sound escape her throat as she pushes the phone away from her, tilting her head slightly.
Keeley's hand moves up from her waist to find its place on the blonde's lower back, and she presses down. Rebecca leans her body in, bending further over the wood desk, and when Keeley slides a leg between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, Rebecca finds herself with knuckles turning white around her phone and the urge to push back, against the strap, to pull herself closer to Keeley's hot body, makes her bite back a moan.
She can imagine Keeley's pretty lips mouthing a c'mon, babe as she presses her knee further between Rebecca's legs.
"I'm sorry, I just—” the blonde starts again, her thumb blindly searching the red button on the screen to finish the bloody call. "I apologize, I have to go. Sorry."
Rebecca hangs up without waiting for a reply.