I Don't Belong To You

Chapter 5

Present

She thinks about that first time often.

And when she does, she has to clench her thighs together to keep the throbbing at bay.

They have been doing this for almost three months and Freen could not be happier.

Well...

Well, perhaps she could be. But she knows not to ask Becky for too much. Because too much would surely scare her away.

Which is why she is very hesitant to do this. She has written out the text, but her fingers refuse to hit send.

Or maybe it's her heart that won't allow her to, fearful of inevitable rejection.

But Becky said to ask if I wanted something.

And she had yet to turn down a single request in the past. Not that Freen had ever asked for much.

Their very first time, she asked for patience and then two weeks ago, she had asked for Wednesdays and Fridays. And Becky had complied. And almost to Freen's surprise, she kept up her end of the bargain quite well.

She had come over the very next Friday, with a backpack of clothes and a tooth brush and Freen couldn't seem to stop smiling.

Becky had left rather early in the morning, claiming to be an early riser, but still, it was nice. Her only regret was that they hadn't cuddled or anything like that. When they were done, the both fell onto their respective pillows and sort of just shut their eyes and caught their breath until eventually, they had fallen asleep.

But still! It's more than what they've had in the past. And Freen hopes against hope that perhaps this text will move things forward.

It is no secret to her that she likes Becky. She likes how the tall blonde made her feel. Which is everything. She makes her feel everything.

Pleasure. Pain. Calm. Nervous. Happy. And sometimes, though it is hard to admit, Becky makes her sad.

She refuses dinner. Refuses to talk. All she seems to want or need from Freen is sex. She is insatiable. And though Freen really really enjoys that aspect of their relationship, she can't help but want to get to know her on a more personal level.

But Becky has always been so against that. Any effort made to engage in conversation is always struck down with a kiss.

On her mouth. Her neck. Her breasts. Her stomach. Anywhere Becky's soft lips could reach.

Anything to avoid actually having to talk to me, Freen thinks, sighing to herself.

She looks back down at the text and reminds herself that if she ever wants that to change, if she ever wants Becky to see her as more than just a "friend with benefits", she needs to move them forward.

Even if that takes a few white lies and a little bit of force.

She stops thinking for just a millisecond and hits the blue send button, instantly regretting it.

But it's too late now, all she can do is wait for a response.

She stares down at her phone reading and re-reading her text.