Pure | Cate Blanchett

Chapter 3

⚠️Warning: Adult Content⚠️

Amanda

Cate pulls me into our room after unlocking it with our room key. As soon as the door closes, I come up with the first excuse I could think of to try and diffuse the situation.

"I'm gonna use the restroom first," I try to pass it off as kindly as possible. Hopefully she takes the hint that this is all too sudden and she needs to slow down. I think she does, because she smiles and drops my hand without hesitation.

I close the bathroom door and rest my hands against the rim of the sink. I look at my reflection in the mirror, the speed and air whipping past my face from earlier has left me a tad pale, but it's nothing I'm not used to.

I quickly collect myself and leave the safety of the bathroom. I look into the room and see Cate in one of the two beds, facing away from me. I notice her jeans and knit cardigan neatly folded and set down on the chair a few feet from her bed. I can tell she still has her shirt on. She had set my helmet and backpack on my bed.

"Cate?" She doesn't answer, she just breathes deeply. "Cate? Please look at me," I walk over and crouch down next to her bed. She gives in and sits up. I stand up and look down at her. She looks up at me, embarrassment and shame embedded in her facial expression.

"I'm sorry for earlier, I shouldn't have made those advances," I sit down on the edge of my bed and she crosses her legs under her sheets.

"Don't apologize, please," I try to comfort her. She hasn't looked at me yet, I'm going to try and meet her eyes again.

"I made clearly unwanted advances and that's not okay-" I interrupt her attempt to verbally forget what happened.

"It's not that," I walk to her bed and sit at the end of it, while she is at the other side. "I don't mind that you made those advances, I just didn't see them coming," I hesitatingly placed a hand on her knee. She jumps a tiny bit, but relaxes quickly.

"Can I be honest?" I nod to answer her question, " I feel like I can talk about anything with you. I just get that feeling," She adjusts her position again.

"Long story short, I'm married..." She takes a deep breath. "I married my highschool sweetheart. I don't regret it, there are just a few things I wish were different,"

"Like what?" I can tell by her body language that she is about to get very personal.

"Like when we have sex in particular..." I can tell she is extremely embarrassed, so I comfort her the best I can.

"It's okay, keep going," I give her a comforting smile. It's rough to help her keep going.

"In all my life," She takes a shaky breath in and out, "I have never come..." I let this new information sink in. Cate, in her 43 years, has never orgasmed. In less than a second I understand her actions from earlier.

"You wanted to see if I could help you orgasm?" She looks down in her lap and nods, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. I lean closer to her and gently place a hand on her arm.

"Do you love your husband?" She nods "and you can't help but feel unsatisfied with his performance?" She nods again, tears now in her eyes. The stillness between us only lasts for a second. That's all I needed to come up with a plan.

"I think I have an idea" she looks up at me and swipes at the runaway tear. "It's a little crazy, but I think it will work." I sit up straight and take a deep breath before speaking.

"Why not take advantage of our situation? You want to feel true pleasure, and I don't mind giving it. No strings attached, experimental-"

"I'll pay you," Cate says bluntly. I stop and look at her for a second to see if she's serious.