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Nichy woke up tangled with Tyler, so she kissed his chest and closed her eyes.

She remembered being in Paris with him, and the way she loved him like she had never loved before. Making love with him right in front of Sonia was like birds building nests, it felt natural and was what she needed to do to survive.

When he opened his eyes and looked at her, she returned his gaze for a long time. She wanted to kiss the depth of his eyes looking at her. She wanted to lick his eyeballs in a tender way, and nothing like what happened in The Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille.

Instead she leaned in and kissed him as tenderly as she had desired to lick his eyeballs. From considering the roundness of his eyeballs, Nichy craved the roundness of his balls. With ease, she crouched between his legs and took in the heat of him which she loved. With the tip of her tongue, she licked his balls like a kitten licking milk. Softly and considerately, she flicked her tongue over him and teased his shaft in intermittent flicks. He ran his hands through her hair and caressed her face, tilting her face to look up at him. He looked at her the same way he had looked at her before they started, which warmed her through and through. When she looked back down at him, she was humbled by his desire on display. She loved that she could get him hard. She loved that when she really began in earnest to pleasure him, he pulled her up to straddle his thighs. With complete ease they became one, Nichy moved up and down on him loving the feeling of fullness. The feeling when he was out of her and she had come all around him, that she had memorized where he had been. She knew every nook he had touched inside her.

She would be aflame with the memory of him, when they were not together in bed like this.

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Nichy’s lips were swollen, and not from having been with Michelle just moments before. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks raw from having kissed Graham. Inside she was raw from what he said to her.

He had never been so vulnerable with her before. Since he had found her again, first he was intimidating. He slowly re-introduced her to the sensual passion that she had never been able to forget that they shared. But it had never felt like he loved her, it had never felt like he wanted to be with her.

She lie on her side in the back of the car that she had taken, as he had whispered in her ear before she left that he did not want a real stalker to grab her. Her hand was between her thighs. She had not let him this time, even though she knew that he would have fucked her in the alley, and she would have loved it. Just where he had pressed himself against her was burning between her legs, and made her sigh, wondering if she should have let him.

With the driver’s eyes on the road, she placed her hand on the triangle just below her belly. Just the tip of her belly was charged with arousal. Nichy let her hand rest there, when she pressed softly she felt vulnerable and really wished she had let Graham… If at any time she should have had sex with him, this should have been the time when he was being open with her. When he was being emotional which he rarely was. He held her close, after they kissed, and he understood that she was not going to let him. He placed his hand on the small of her back, and kissed her temple as they waited for her car to come.

“I will always find you…” he said.

Nichy closed her eyes, and let her fingers caress the very tip of her lips through her dress. She could feel her hair there, and closed her eyes as her fingers grazed the edge of her clit.

She ached for Graham, and she was overwhelmed that he made her feel like this every time. But she knew that she had made the right decision not letting him in the alley.

Michelle was such a distant thought now, and when Nichy opened her eyes she saw her apartment building. She knew Tyler was there. Knew she wanted to lie beside him, and knew that he made her happier than anyone ever had because he had never withheld his feelings about anything.

But she could not say that even still, and probably forever, Graham would have that pull. She gasped when she realized she could feel the dampness between her legs where it had not been damp before.

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All Nichy could hear was the click of her heels down the alley, and the Nina Simone song in her head, “I Put A Spell On You…”

The sound of her heels was heavy, before she looked down at her phone to see where her car was.

When she felt a tightness on her wrist, at first she thought it was carpal tunnel syndrome. But then she realized her hand was being held away from her.

She looked up, and she was not even surprised.

Graham.

“You are insatiable darling Nichy, just insatiable…”

Nichy did not know how much more of this she could take. It seemed that she could not escape from him, there was no point of her life that he was not part of. He shared every intimacy.

“My favorite neighborhood stalker,” she said darkly.

Graham squeezed her hand tighter, and she looked up at him again. She immediately knew that she should not have taunted him. He had the ability to follow her like the antagonist in A Long, Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott—all over the world and back again.

When she looked in his eyes, she felt like he had put a spell on her. She swallowed, her lips dry before Graham spit on them. He licked his saliva from her lips and kissed her, kissed her like he had been the one who was parched. He kissed her—they kissed—until he pulled away panting and looked in her eyes.

“You make me chase you, I will chase you for the rest of my life if that is the only way…”

Nichy looked at him, and swallowed.

“Only way what?”

Graham stared at her angrily, as if she knew and was making him stated the obvious which he hated to do. He pushed her back, and a stray cat or large rat ran past them. She only knew she heard the scuffle as it did. Face to face, Graham stared at her for a long time before he said anything.

“If it is the only way I can be with you…”
Nichy relaxed against the brick, and felt the cool metal of the trash can she bumped into as they kissed again. She simpered before she fell into a deep kiss with him, made all the hotter because she knew that he knew that she had been with Michelle.

And that she was heading to Tyler.

But his kiss was something she could never resist, and she was pretty sure it was fatal. Fatal, as he pulled her leg up over his, and ground against her making his desire an open secret.

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Nichy followed Michelle to her apartment. She made it sound to Renee and Theodora, as if she was doing so because she was only trying to be nice to Michelle. Renee looked at her for a long time, and Nichy was sure that Renee suspected something but said nothing.“Say hi to Gavin for me,” Nichy said, and wondered if that seemed cold after.

“I will,” Renee said, and kissed her cheek.

Michelle opened her door, and Nichy gasped.

The futuristic design of the apartment looked like something from the future.

“This is something!” Nichy exclaimed.

Michelle turned around and smiled. 

“I had it designed by an ex, he was an architect, There was something not quite so accessible about him, but he was able to do this for me.”

Michelle walked around in her apartment which looked a fishbowl. Everything was rounded, much like Michelle. Michelle turned to look at her.

“Are you going to stand there all night? Are you playing hard to get again?” Michelle asked.

Nichy walked over to Michelle, and Michelle laughed.

“You are so pretty, I would play any game you like Nichy. As long as I get you in the end…”

Nichy stared at Michelle’s lips, with freshly applied lipstick. She did not even realize when they kissed. Michelle’s lips were soft and hungry, which was a potent aphrodisiac. Michelle pulled her close, and Nichy felt molded to her curves.

“I do not think that I need to offer you anything to drink, so what can I offer you Nichy? Sometimes, I wish life could be like a story that I write.”

“What do you write?”

“Hmmm,” Michelle hummed, and Nichy felt the vibration of it through her body because they were so close. “Speculative fiction, and when I write sex scenes they are out of this world!”

Nichy caressed Michelle, she did not think about it. Her hands savored the softness of her curves, and all the things that she had wanted to touch all night. Had Tyler felt the same way? She was unable to determine if she really wanted Michelle, or if she wanted to experience what Tyler had. Wanted to know what he had felt, and what Michelle was like that was so different than her. Nichy knew that he loved her and she loved him, and she had forgiven him but her curiosity was still there.

And he could not get mad at her because he had done it. But she had been with Graham, so who was she to point fingers?

What fingers were there to point, when she and Michelle began to rub up against each other. Michelle was rounded against the wall, and Nichy rubbed noses with her. When she placed her hand on Michelle’s hips, Michelle bucked them and placed her hands over hers.

It was like deja vu that she could not share with Michelle, instead of being called Michelle, she whimpered Michelle’s name over and over as they made love. She saw their naked bodies overhead above Michelle’s bed, which reflected their slithering sixty-nine position. Her eyes were dazed between Michelle’s thighs, and she wondered if this was something she had done with Tyler.

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Nichy felt conflicted as Michelle kneaded her thigh at the bar, and knowing that Tyler had just texted her. At first, she was angry he had texted Michelle. But at the same time, he knew she was with Michelle at the bar—so he could not have been that stupid to have texted Michelle for something questionable when there was the possibility that she would be with her.

Michelle would not stop kneading her thigh, caressing her and making it clear that she wanted to seduce her. Nichy remained still, even though it was getting hard to. There was a part of her that wanted to know what Tyler had experienced because she was so close to Tyler, that she wanted to know what he had seen and what he had felt with Michelle. There was another part of her that numb, and a part of her that wanted to string Michelle along.

Michelle moved her hand, and Nichy wondered if she had played the game all wrong. Nichy watched her flirt with Theodora, and she figured that she should have done things differently. But in a way, she did not care.

Or she pretended that she did not care for her sanity.

Nichy got up to go to the bathroom. From previous experience, didn’t she know that was an invitation?

“Do you like girls Nichy?”

Nichy turned around, and looked at Michelle.

“Because I do, and I am around very pretty girls tonight. Renee, Theodora and you…”
Before Nichy could say anything, Michelle grabbed her and kissed her.

Was this what she did to Tyler? Had she been this direct? Because when she kissed her, Nichy wanted that kiss more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She licked the rim of Michelle’s lips, and Michelle pulled her ever closer to her until Nichy could feel the full softness of Michelle’s breasts against hers and the sweetness of Michelle’s perfume stained her like wine.

Michelle pressed her to the wall, and kissed her neck. Nichy ran her hands through Michelle’s hair, and gasped.

Michelle pulled away from her.

“Why were you playing hard to get at the bar, when I can get you?” Michelle asked, cocking her head to the side.

Michelle turned on her heel, and sashayed out of the bathroom. Nichy barely got her composure together as she looked after Michelle. She saw her own disheveled reflection in the mirror behind the door, and licked her lips that tasted like Michelle’s perfume.

Nichy suspected that neither she nor Tyler had known what had hit them in terms of Michelle…

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