It isn't until that night, when we're on the sofa in front of the TV with dinner on our laps, that I mention my conversation with Riley earlier. By the time I got back from my run, Lou had gone over to her parents' place to help out her mom so I sent off a few more increasingly depressing job applications before taking a beach day, and it's only now that I remember.

"I thought I was the one with the easy-read face but apparently you've got one too," I say as Lou scrolls through the TV guide before switching over to Disney Plus.

"What does that mean?" she asks once she's swallowed a mouthful of stir fry. Another of my college specialties, which I prepped while she was out. It's bursting with color and flavor and vegetables, all of which Lou effusively complimented when she took her first bite.

"Seems like Riley can read you like that." I click my fingers. Lou tears her eyes from the TV to look at me, eyebrows raised. "I swear I didn't say a word but she said you have a crush on me. She said she could see it all over your face this morning." I grin, teasing her when I go on to say, "Apparently you can't stop talking about me to all your friends because I'm so irresistible and you can't help but look at me all starry-eyed like you haven't eaten in a week and I'm a big old chocolate cake."

"Riley said all that?"

"Well, no, I'm paraphrasing," I admit. "But she was pretty insistent that I've got you under some kind of spell because usually you keep yourself to yourself and yet..." I spread out my arm as if to say, look where I am.

Lou purses her lips and lets out a quiet laugh. "Well, she isn't wrong, is she? I mean, I wouldn't say I can't stop talking about you, before your ego explodes, but yes, you may have come up in conversation. There's a chance I let my feelings slip to Jules, and if there's one thing about those Krueger women, it's that anything you say can and will be shared between them."

"So you did tell your friends about me."

Lou rests her head against the back of the sofa and rolls her eyes at me and says, "They know me inside out. Of course they knew something was up. They're invasive and nosy and they probably realized I was into you before I did. Now, are we going to watch a movie and eat?"

"Sure." I wait for her to take a mouthful and I say, "Don't worry, I didn't tell Riley that I made you come four times last night."

A piece of bell pepper goes flying when Lou gasps, her shock turning into a laugh as she whacks her own chest. "Charlotte."

"What! I said I didn't tell her." I stretch my foot across the space between us, my toe nudging that soft dip of her waist. She almost drops her plate when she squirms away with a snort of a laugh.

"Good. Because it would've been a lie."

It's my turn to gasp. "Are you saying you faked it? Damn, Lou, I really thought I gave you four pretty good orgasms."

"Well, you didn't." My heart sinks as she looks away, piercing a fresh piece of bell pepper. And then she says, "You gave me five."

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I'm not going to keep a tally of how many orgasms I give Lou. I promise. I can't help that I know it's up to six now. I don't even remember what movie we were watching, something to have on in the background as we ate. It's still playing, but it's been muted.

"You are very good with your hands," Lou says with a breathless laugh. I hardly had to touch her, though. She was so worked up already, her body primed to release the moment I walked my fingers up her thigh beneath her skirt and found a hot damp patch on her underwear. I didn't even take them off, didn't push them aside; a couple minutes of sitting next to her massaging her clit through her panties and she came so quickly, she was caught off guard by her own orgasm with a gasp against my collarbone.

She turns to sit sideways on the sofa, opening up her legs and pulling me to her for a kiss. Her cheek against mine, she slides her hands under my t-shirt and whispers, "My turn."

"Nuh-uh." I shift back and grip her thighs to pull her further down the sofa until she's lying down, her head on the arm, one knee propped up, her other leg hanging off the sofa. "Now it's time for dessert."

I can't wait to be inside her again, but there's something so irresistible about her lacy underwear. She's wearing them for me, and I don't say no to a gift; I press my nose to the material, my tongue pushing it between her wet folds. The gentle pressure of her hand on the back of my neck urges me on, so does the hitch in her breath when the material rubs against her sensitive clit, but I don't touch. My hands are on her thighs, my ass in the air, my tongue doing all the work.

"Fuck, Charlotte," she moans, her voice dropping in pitch.

"That's what you're going to do next," I say. "But first, I need you to come for me again. Lucky number seven."

I'm not sure where the bossiness comes from but Lou seems to like it, the way she spreads her legs wider and grinds her hips into the cushion. I take it slow, teasing her with my teeth until I can't take it anymore, I have to taste her skin. She is so hot and wet when I slip my tongue past the lace and lick the length of her slit, pausing to swirl around her clit before I plunge my tongue as deep into her as I can go. She is salt and musk and she drives me wild. But not as wild as I drive her, my hands still holding her thighs in place as I bring her to another orgasm with nothing but tongue and teeth and lips.

Lucky number seven indeed. She cries out, arching her back and holding my face to her pussy as she rides out the high, flooding my mouth. I lap up every last drop, eking out her orgasm for as long as I can. The once sky blue panties are navy now.

"We should have put a towel down," I say.

"Fuck it, we'll just get a new couch," she says, throwing her head back. Her thighs are trembling. I stroke the soft skin until her legs slacken, her hand over her stomach. "God, Charlotte. How do you do that?"

"Excellent oral skills is right at the top of my resume," I say, leaning over her spent body to kiss her as I add, "Nobody has to know I don't speak another language."

I sit back on my heels, watching her for a moment before I mirror her position, lifting my hips to take off my shorts. I wonder if she recognizes the underwear I'm wearing as her own when I push my hand beneath the waistband to feel my own wetness. She lifts her head, her gaze locking on mine until her eyes slowly drop to my hand, her pupils dilating as she watches me push one finger into my dripping cunt, and then another. She doesn't make a move to stop me. Her hungry eyes gorge on the sight of me fingering myself, torn away only when she watches as my other hand slips under my top to pinch my nipple.

"I want to see," she says. Her voice is husky, dripping with lust. "Take them off. I want to see."

I oblige, discarding my underwear on the floor and spreading myself for her so she can see the slickness of my lips, my hard little clit; her lips part as she watches me dip a finger into myself with a delicious squelch and drag it up to circle my clit. I groan and close my eyes. I hear her movement. I feel her hand replace mine, copying exactly what I was doing.

"Come here," she says. "Sit here." She pats the space between her thighs. I take it, leaning back against her chest, the back of my head on her shoulder so she can reach around and do what I was doing. She can touch me from this position like it's her own cunt she's fingering and she can do to me what she does to herself.

Being this close to her is almost too much. My ear against her neck. I can hear her every sigh. I hear when she swallows. Hard. When she takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment. I hear that quiet rumble at the back of her throat when she takes off her rings and eases two fingers into me. Her free arm is locked around me, holding me tight against her, her hand splayed over my right breast and kneading gently. I have always been self conscious about my small tits. Not anymore. Not the way she worships them as she fucks me, her middle and ring fingers of her right hand alternating between thrusting into me and playing with my clit.

My head lolls back against her shoulder, my cheek pressed to her jaw, my lungs and heart working overtime as she brings me to the edge and then stops. Over and over, taking me so close to the point of no return and then pulling me back until I am writhing, until I am on the edge of begging in her arms.

"Wait," she whispers. I feel the vibration of her throat. I am delirious with need, trying to thrust against her hand, my hips writhing, bucking against her but she withholds until I could cry. And then she digs a finger into me, draws out my wetness, grazes my clit, and tells me to come, and I am undone. She holds me as I jerk with the force of the orgasm that rips out of me, her fingertip resting in position and driving me crazy. I am still shaking when she pushes two fingers into me again, her careful touch gone; she fucks me to the brink again and this time she shoves me off the edge and I am in freefall in her arms.

"What was that you were saying about needing a towel?" She releases her hold on me but I am boneless between her thighs. She tuts. Licks her fingers. Kisses my jaw before she gets up and I fall into the space she was in, grinning up at her like a madwoman. She stands over me, radiant in the soft, dim light of the living room, and finds the remote control between two of the sofa cushions to turn off the TV.

"Come on." She holds out a hand to me and pulls me to my feet. I can't help but laugh when I realize she's still fully dressed and I am standing in nothing but a t-shirt that barely grazes my ass.

"Where are we going?"

"Upstairs. At least, I am." She yawns on cue. It sets me off too. "You don't have to come if you want to stay up, but by my reckoning, we've only got another day before your cousins are here. I don't know about you, but I want to make the most of our alone time before then."

Oh my god. I've been so caught up in Lou that I lost track of time. It's almost Friday. In approximately thirty-six hours, I'll be reunited with Connor and Ashley for a couple of precious days. But in the meantime ... there's a lot we can do with thirty-six hours.

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a little bit more spice for y'all ;) hope you liked it!