Hot Rival ( jenlisa ) ( Gip )

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                              Epilogue

You've got to be kidding me.

I stare down at the earring glinting up at me from inside the toilet bowl. Not a-freaking-gain.

With a sigh, I reach down and scoop it out, dropping it into the sink and running hot water over it, then washing my hands. I grab a back-up pair of earrings from the collection that's spread out over the vanity. Somehow, even at Lisa's place, I've managed to accumulate so much stuff that I'm dropping things in the toilet.

Lisa pokes her head inside the bathroom.

"Everything okay?" she asks, as she tucks in her shirt. She looks handsome as hell in dark jeans, a charcoal blazer and a white collared shirt.

"Yeah, fine. But if you're ever wondering what to get me for a birthday gift, or say for Christmas, a jewelry box wouldn't be a bad idea."

She grins. "Noted. Almost ready?"

I take a deep breath and turn back to the mirror. Am I almost ready? I have no damn idea.

"If it helps, you look beautiful," Lisa says, her eyes traveling the length of my body.

I'm wearing an emerald green cocktail dress — designed by me, of course — and my long hair's been painstakingly straightened so that it hangs long down over my back. I even went all out with a few fake eyelashes.

I take another deep breath.

"Thank you. I think I'm ready. Or at least, as ready as I'll ever be."

Lisa leans in to kiss me. I open to her immediately, because even after all these months, that's still the kind of effect she has on me. Her hands roam my body and I tug at her shirt, wanting the comfort that comes from being with her.

She pulls away. "Not that I ever want to be the kind of girl who turns down sex with the most beautiful woman on the planet, but aren't we going to be late?"

I shake my head. "I don't care. I need you." I smile. "Besides, they'll wait for me, right?"

She grins. "I guess you're right about that."

She pushes me against the vanity and runs her hands up my thighs, hitching the skirt of my dress up in the process. She moves between my legs and pushes my panties aside. I'm already wet for her, my sex aching to be filled by her.

She runs her fingers lightly along my folds, spreading my wetness around, finding my clit and circling it until I whimper.

"Lisa," I breathe. "Nothing fancy. Just fuck me, okay?"

She growls, low in the back of her throat. "Yes, ma'am."

She spins me roughly so that I'm facing the mirror again and then bends me over the sink. She pushes my skirt aside and yanks my panties down. I know she can tell just by looking how much I want her. My pussy must be so red and swollen and wet.

There's a pause while she frees herself from her pants, and then a second later I can feel her pressing her cock head up against me. I shimmy backwards, longing to feel her inside me, filling me.

"Oh, Lisa, don't tease me," I beg.

She chuckles but finally obliges, sinking inside me. I sigh with pleasure and grip the sink as she starts to thrust. It doesn't take long before my body tenses and then shatters. Lisa grabs my hips and rides out my orgasm before claiming her own.

When I can breathe again, I catch her eye in the mirror and grin.

"Now I'm ready," I say. "Or at least I will be, once I put on some clean underwear."