Foretelling

Another afterparty, another incidence of her sitting close to Alessandra–would this foretell another night like the last one they had together? Rabekkah was nervous, and a bit damp about her temples when Alessandra sat next to her.

Everyone was drawn to Alessandra because she was beautiful, and even with a table of women whose sexuality was more vast than the colors of the rainbow everyone watched her. Aida was forgotten even though it had been her show and a successful one at that. But Alessa was always the star where she was.

Aida looked between her and Alessa, and Rabekkah knew she saw something. After she had gotten champagne for the both of them in the gallery she noticed that Aida had been less flirty with her. Did Alessandra tell her about them? Did Aida think now that she was expecting to sleep with her as well, that she was an art star fucker?

Being with Alessandra had been a bad decision because people could find out and think that was how she wanted to advance her career. But Rabekkah was a good artist herself, and it did not matter who she slept with. Or did it?

She reached for another glass of champagne, and she felt Alessandra rest her hand on her lap. With all of the women drinking champagne, and Aida getting up to talk to the director of the gallery at the end of the table it seemed that no one noticed them.  Rabekkah was already wet–uncomfortably so and to wear this dress she could not wear underwear. Alessandra probably guessed at that, and she easily rested her hand on the top of her thigh and looked at her. Rabekkah was desperate to be touched, as she licked her lips and spread her legs more.

Alessandra moved her hand, and Rabekkah audibly sighed. Alessandra smiled and squeezed her thigh.

It was then that another gorgeous dark-haired woman walked in and Rabekkah recognized her as Eliza Morton, the socialite and wife of gazillionaire Rafe Morton. She looked nervous as she rushed to what had been Aida’s seat, and then her face fell as she looked up at her and Alessandra.

Rabekkah heard Alessandra audibly sigh now. 

Eliza looked at both of them with a smile, and in case Rabekkah was uncertain, Aida came over and exclaimed,

“Eliza! Thank you for coming my love! Alessandra came without you and I was surprised!”

Alessandra winced and Eliza smiled demurely. Rabekkah looked between them and she realized that Eliza Morton was the heartache that Alessandra was recovering from. 

Rabekkah did not know how to feel knowing Alessandra had been so in love with Eliza Morton, and what was she compared to Eliza?

“Excuse me,” Rabekkah said, and excused herself to the bathroom. Before she could lock the door, Alessandra pushed her back into the bathroom.

“Please, don’t humiliate me anymore. I made a fool of myself and you were with Eliza Morton? I cannot compare to her in my wildest dreams!” Rabekkah cried, and Alessandra pressed her to the wall.

“I was never with Eliza, and even if I had been, I want to be with you now.

Alessandra kissed her and outright pulled up her form-fitting dress and slipped her fingers inside of her. Rabekkah opened her mouth wider to take in Alessandra’s tongue and spread her legs more for her fingers to explore. She knew how this night was most likely going to end and there was nothing she could do about it…

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