Green by Annabeth Leong
Let’s get this Monday started with another #SexySnippet! Today, we’re featuring a portion of Annabeth Leong‘s story titled, GREEN.
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The Birthday Present by Janie James
Leong’s main character, Sylvia is at her college reunion. She’s attending the party alone and notices that many of her ex-girlfriends still have boyfriends. Sylvia has sworn off having sex with straight girls, but, oh my… Here comes Aubrey.
…I like the straight ones. Rather, I like the ones who pretend to be straight until they’re eating my cunt like they’re starving for it, and I make them admit they aren’t straight at all.
Straight girls turn me into a dirty little secret, but that’s not the worst part. I found out I like being a dirty little secret. You know what makes me even dirtier and more secret? Maybe you guessed. I like it best if the straight girl has a man. I’m not into guys sexually. I mean, I don’t want to touch them. But Christ, I come hard when I’m fucking a girl, and I picture how her boyfriend’s face would look if he walked in and caught us. I like thinking about how he’s probably got no idea she can come as hard as she does with me. I like making her squirt and hearing her gasp afterward, “That’s never happened before.”
GREEN
by
Annabeth Leong
Audrey. I used to tie her up and make her say she’d always fuck me, no matter what, no matter who she was with, anytime I wanted her, for the rest of her life. Hearing that had made me feel like a king. Proving it over and over had made me feel like a fucking god.
She came in for a hug. She still smelled like the best incense you ever bought. The smoky scent that wafted off her skin conjured images of places you only visit in your dreams, of lost centuries, of spices that must have gone extinct because you’ve never smelled them anywhere else.
My lust for her roared up, hot and high. I’ll admit I’d kept a pilot light going. It only took one touch to rekindle its full flame.
And Audrey did more than just touch me. This was no perfunctory nice-to-see-you hug. She pressed up close and lingered. She made me feel every one of her considerable curves. It took all my willpower to keep from letting my hands slide down to her ass and squeezing it or working one of my thighs into the space between hers.
Over her shoulder, I met her husband’s gaze. Something in his expression told me he knew who I was to Audrey. On his face, I saw both resignation and admiration. It made me want to apologize and step away from her. It also made me want to slip my hands under her clothes and dare him to stop me.
I let go of Audrey, slowly and deliberately. I composed my face. “Nice to see you, too,” I said.
“Anyone sitting here?” She indicated the unoccupied chair beside me.
“You are.” I turned to the husband. “You’re welcome to join us, of course.”
My face heated. What the hell kind of comment was that? He was her husband. It went without saying that he was free to sit with us, didn’t it?
The truth was, I didn’t want it to go without saying. The thing between me and Audrey felt like an ancient pact, something formed in the earth itself, something more powerful than resolutions of good behavior, more powerful than wedding vows. He seemed to understand that, too. Obvious anger flashed through his eyes, but he ducked his head and took the seat on the other side of Audrey.
My heart pounded. For a few moments, we all just looked at each other. Age had touched her. I could see that. The skin on her forehead seemed thinner. The flat abdomen she’d had as a twenty year old had been replaced with a softer, more generous waistline.
That made me want her more. If time had dulled any part of her memory of me, I wanted to sharpen it. I’d touched her better than anyone else when she was twenty. I wanted to prove I could still do it ten years later, that no lover she’d had or ever could meet could work her body with as much skill as me.
And God help me, I wanted her husband to know it, too. I saw the rings on Audrey’s finger—he’d bought her one hell of a diamond. But I wanted him to realize that no ring could hold her if she didn’t want to be held.
He was a handsome guy, I had to admit. He dressed well. Still, something deep down told me he wasn’t giving Audrey what she really needed. I didn’t think she would have hugged me like that if he were.
She touched my arm. “Sylvia, tell me what you’ve been up to.” Her fingers stayed put, stroking the curve of my muscle lightly.
I glanced at her husband. He’d noticed. His gaze was on the point where her hand met my arm. He wore a complicated expression.
I knew I ought to move away from Audrey, but I didn’t. I matched her smile with my own. I leaned closer, feeling like an asshole. I had my good intentions, but I think all three of us knew they didn’t mean anything. If Audrey sauntered toward the bathroom, I knew I’d follow her, no matter how obvious it was. Our sex thing had finally stopped when she moved away after graduation, but, at this moment, it felt like nothing in the world could stop me from fucking her again. Not time. Not distance. Not promises. Definitely not her husband.
“I’ve been good,” I said, cautiously. “How about you?”
“You never liked to talk about yourself.” Audrey grinned. “Come on. We used to know each other really well. You can tell me the truth. Do you still like to fuck straight girls?”
It wouldn’t be right to say her words had a hidden meaning. There was nothing hidden about any of it. If there’d been any doubt that we’d fucked, often and well, she’d removed it. And I didn’t think I was wrong to read an invitation in her question.
I checked to see how the husband was taking this and realized I didn’t even know his name. She hadn’t bothered to introduce him. He hadn’t said a word.
He was looking at me so expectantly that a nasty suspicion entered my mind. Hell, Audrey should know better than to think I’d be into a threesome, shouldn’t she? She knew I had no interest in men.
I stiffened and pulled back from her. It irritated me to think she didn’t know me anymore, and that made me vicious. “I’ve never fucked a straight girl in my life,” I said. “But I’ve fucked plenty of girls who say they’re straight because they can’t admit what they really crave.”
I looked at the husband again, feeling desperate and angry. I wanted to flee the reunion entirely. I decided I’d leave as soon as I finished telling them off. I had no business here in the first place. I wasn’t going to get what I wanted, and I shouldn’t even want it to begin with.
Staring into her eyes, I hissed, “I don’t know what you two are up to, but you’re high if you think I’m going to let your husband into bed with us. Boys don’t interest me. I know they don’t really interest you, either.”
I was breathing hard, and I felt like an idiot. This was why I had to learn how to date like a normal person. What the hell kind of scene was I trying to cause?
Then I noticed Audrey’s expression. Her eyes had gone wide, but not with horror. With delight. “You. Are. Perfect.” Her voice was breathy and slow.
“What are you talking about?” I snapped. It was past time for me to go.
“My husband has this fantasy.” She turned to him. “Robert.” She said his name for the first time, pronouncing it like an insult. “Tell Sylvia what you like to think about when you stroke your cock.”
ANNABETH LEONG is queer, poly, kinky, and a writer of erotica. She loves octopuses to an unreasonable degree and owns more books than she could ever actually read. When she doesn’t have an opportunity to indulge her masochism with a partner, she can often be found eating extremely hot food, doing lots of lunges, working on edits, and otherwise administering pain to herself.
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