A Void Dance

Chapter 11 Lydia

I close the book. "So, what did you think?" I ask. "That Heathcliff dude was fucked up." CJ starts, "Everyone fucking died. It was just fucked like, how is this romantic?" I chuckle. "In romance, there is tragedy. That's the message," I answer. CJ stares at me like I am a crazy person. "Only one thing in that entire story felt romantic. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. I like that, but that's it," CJ says. "I love that saying," I say wistfully. We are quiet for a moment. "I have our next book," I say. CJ looks at me, her gaze narrow. "I don't know if I trust you after that mess," I laugh. "It's called Pride and Prejudice, and believe me, it's much different," I say, attempting to appease her. She sighs. "Fine, but if this one sucks, I want to pick the next one," I snort. "Will it be a comic book?" I laugh. "Maybe," CJ says, jutting her chin out in defiance. I roll my eyes. "And if it doesn't suck?" I ask. "I still want to pick the next one," CJ says.

I decided this morning that this would be the last book we read together. Our time has to come to an end. I feel myself growing an attachment that I just can't have. One more book, maybe one or two weeks, and then we will be done for good.

A loud crack comes above us, and rain falls in heavy drops. I stick the book in my shoulder bag and grab the blanket. CJ hands me her backpack and motions for me to put it over my head. "Come with me. My hotel is across the street," I yell over the downpour. We run across the street and into the lobby. "Hi Jamie," I greet the man at the front counter. "Miss Welman," he says with a nod. I grab CJs hand and lead her to my room.

"I am going to change into some dry clothes. I don't have anything that will work for you, though," I say. It's all good; I have an extra set of clothes in my backpack," CJ says, grinning. "Look at you prepared," I say, trying not to think of why she would carry around a change of clothes.

I change into leggings and a cropped sweater hanging off one shoulder. I pull my hair into a messy bun. When I leave the bathroom, CJ is dressed in a dry pair of basketball shorts and a tight tank top; her wet hair is slicked back, and she is sitting on the loveseat beneath the one window in the room. I feel a vibration in my core. Something about her casually lounging with her arm across the back of the loveseat in my space has me panting. I clear my throat and grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge. "Would you like something to drink?" I ask, my voice husky. CJ holds up a bottle of water, and I nod.

I fish the book from my shoulder bag and sit on the opposite side of the loveseat. Our knees are almost touching in the small space on the loveseat, and I am hyper-aware of CJs every movement. I start reading the book to distract my mind from the heat welling inside me. CJ's finger inches toward my bare shoulder, and she starts drawing small circles. The touch has me clenching. I look at her. She looks at me and immediately moves her finger, her face a bright crimson. "Oh shit, sorry. I I I spaced out," she studders. "It's ok, I didn't mind it," I say, scooting a little closer to her. I go back to reading. This time, she grazes two fingers and makes small circles. My reading is ragged and unfocused. Her fingers trail down my arm, and goosebumps break out. I let go of the book with the arm she is caressing. She moves her fingers down over the top of my hand and slowly picks it up, turning it palm up and tracing the lines with her fingertip. I am molten lava at this point. Her feather-light caresses, leaving a trail of sparks with each touch. She brings the inside of my wrist to her pouty lips and brushes them over the pulse point. She continues kissing a trail up my arm to the inside of my elbow.

I don't know if I am reading actual words or mumbling gibberish. "Is this ok?" She asks. I nod hastily. "I need to hear you say it," CJ says in a rasp. "Yes, yes, it's ok, CJ," I whisper, not trusting my voice. My clit is throbbing, and I can feel wetness pooling at my center. I close the book and lean my head back on the couch arm. CJ continues to kiss up my arm, my shoulder, and then my neck. She nips lightly, and a moan escapes my throat. "CJ," I moan quietly. "I'll stop any time you want. Just tell me," she says between kisses. It's right there on the tip of my tongue to tell her, but I don't want her to stop. I want her to consume me with her hot mouth and luscious lips. She brings her hand to rest on my hip with a slight squeeze while she nips at the base of my throat.

"Yes," I gasp. "Please touch me, CJ...everywhere." She brings her hand up under my sweater and cups my breast, pinching the nipple, which is drawn tight and aching. I moan her name in a horse whisper. She is now on her knees between my legs, pulling my sweater over my head, revealing my naked breasts. She cups the left one in her hand, pinching the nipple while her tongue flicks the other. Her mouth is like magic on my hot, tight bud. I throw my head back and push my hips up, seeking friction on her body, my fingers tangling in her damp hair. She continues to gently roll and pinch my nipples while her kisses trail down my stomach. She nuzzles her nose on my pussy through my leggings, and I moan, pushing into her face. I am all throbbing sensation. "CJ, please, I need you," I beg, hoping she understands. She hooks her fingers around the waistband of my leggings and pulls them off me slowly.

I am writhing with want. She sits on the back of her feet, pulling my left leg over her shoulder, kissing my ankle, and trailing up to my knee. Then, further up my inner thigh, nipping and kissing. I am so needy I am whimpering. "Do you want my mouth on your sweet pussy?" CJ asks with a husky growl, and I nod vehemently. "I need to hear it, Lydia," I whimper. "Yes, please lick my pussy CJ" It comes out as a desperate whine. She swipes her fingers between my folds and brings them to her mouth. "MMM, your so fucking wet," CJ groans. She lifts both of my legs over her shoulders and licks a strip from my hole to my aching clit. I buck my hips towards her mouth, fisting her hair with both hands. as her mouth suctions over my sensitive bud and flicks my clit. I am a writhing mess moaning and panting nonse words "Fuck CJ, yes," she hums a moan. My orgasm hits like a tidal wave. "Fuck, I'm cumming, god yes" CJ doesn't stop, and I feel like my orgasm doesn't either. My body is pulsing and jerking, my thighs shaking. "CJ Fuck me," I moan. My body is in a frenzy. CJ lifts her head, her face covered by my orgasm. "Fuck me, CJ," I say with more conviction looking directly into her blown pupils. CJ puts my legs on the ground and stands with her hand out. "Get onto the bed," she says. I lay on the bed, my body humming with a hot desire I haven't felt in years.