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Author’s note: If you haven’t read the first chapter, a lot of things here won’t make sense, so please do that first. This isn’t a quick sex scene, but a long and elaborate romantic slow-burn with a lesbian theme. If that’s not your jam, feel free to leave — no hard feelings.
This is the second and final chapter of this story. We continue right where we left off, and if the first four days between Kirsten and Erica got heated, then, uh, well, OK, I won’t spoil it for you.
HOWEVER, as always, keep in mind that I like leaving something to the imagination too. If you’ve read some of my writing before, you know what to expect. If not, well, let’s say that I like writing about the fun, titillating journey, not the final destination.
A huge thanks to my beta reader, THBGato, for spotting those naughty little typos and all the great feedback!
Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, all characters engaging in any sexual activity are above 18.
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London, Day 5
I checked my phone the moment I opened my eyes. No messages from Kirsten, yet. We were working from ‘home’ for the day, so it was bound to be a more relaxed atmosphere. No commute, no in-person meetings. I looked for a more casual outfit and then decided to torture her a bit more. After all, she’d promised to do things to me today. A tank top was a sign of good faith, right? And a pair of joggers.
I was the first one out of my room. Sari followed, and the way she barely glanced at me was hilarious.
“Good drinks, yesterday?” I teased her. We’d known each other for over a decade, but mostly online. It all started when we took a few online courses together at one point and remained friends since. Then we met a couple of times when she visited Tokyo and when I visited New York, and it was because of her that I ended up applying for a remote job in our company and had been working there for a few years.
She raised her eyebrows and quipped, “Good tennis match?” Ouch, touché. “Could you hear…?” She asked, with her back to me, rummaging for clean spoons in the drawer.
“The walls are paper thin.”
“Well… I guess it’ll be your turn soon, and I’ll laugh about it then.”
“I… I’m not…” I stumbled.
She glanced at the kitchen door. There was still no other sound coming from the rest of the apartment. “She’s gaga over you. Give her a bit of time.”
Oh, if only she knew. Well, I guess she knew part of it, but not all of it.
“What makes you think that?”
She shrugged. “Really, Erica?! She has barely even noticed that we’re alive for the past few days. It’s all you. She’s practically eating you with her eyes any time you are or aren’t looking at her. Not like you’re any more subtle, either. But please tell me you noticed her.”
I chuckled. “I kind of did.” I sighed. “She’s not gay, though.”
“So fucking what?”
“I keep holding myself back. I can’t… just ignore that. Or the fact that we go back to opposite ends of the earth when this is done.”
She leaned on the counter as the coffee machine whirred to life. “You’ve been given a chance here, together, and you have a few months to make something work or not.” The way she said that made me wonder if our presence here wasn’t aleatory, if she hadn’t actively picked me and Kirsten. “You don’t see me dwell over that with Ben. I’m not going to ruin the best chance I get with him thinking about what may or may not happen in six months.”
And with that, we heard a door open and footsteps coming our way. Ben showed up with a disheveled head and semi-open eyes. She went over and gave him a big kiss. I looked away.
“Oh, she knows,” she laughed at his surprise and discomfort. Then she looked at me and pointed at him, “See, live in The Now.” He still looked confused by everything. She smooched him quickly and said, conspiratorially, “I’m just telling her she should make a move on Kirsten.”
“Isn’t she straight?” He asked.
“On paper. But in reality, the only straight thing she’s done since we got here is eye-fucking Erica’s boobs for four days straight.” Sari’s honesty was a little jarring.
“They’re good boobs,” Ben grinned.
“Up here, Ben,” I joked, and we all laughed.
We heard Kirsten’s door open up and she appeared in the kitchen a few seconds later. Her eyes landed straight on me, well, on my tank top first, and Ben and Sari burst out laughing again.
She looked at them questioningly. I broke the awkwardness before they said anything distasteful.
“Tea, as always?”
And with that, we went back to our normal routine, drinking coffee and tea and preparing for the day ahead. Ben seemed a bit more intrigued by my interactions with Kirsten, though, and it took a few nudges from Sari to make him stop being as obvious as he was.
We took over the dining table with our laptops and chargers and gear. Kirsten sat opposite me. By my own account, she had glanced down at my chest in that revealing tank top over 45 times before Kadıköy travesti 9AM.
So when I saw a message from her on my phone, I wasn’t surprised. She had to say something.
“This is incredibly unfair, babe.” The italics didn’t escape my attention.
“What is unfair, babe?” Might as well lean into it.
“The tanks under your tank. You’re flaunting.”
I struggled to swallow my laugh. Ben and Sari shared knowing glances. Fuck me. Now I had other people to worry about too.
“It’s only fair that I flaunt these.”
“I won’t let them distract me.”
Ah, sweet innocence! Was that a challenge? I put my phone down, stretched myself back, putting my arms behind my head, and puffed my chest for a couple of seconds in her direction. Caution be damned. Her face went redder than the red tea cup she was drinking from. I relaxed and smirked.
She picked up her phone and sent, “I’m not winning this one, am I?”
“Just reminding you of your promise,” I replied.
“I’m salivating already.”
“If you’re telling me about the wetness in your mouth, I’ll tell you about the wetness between my legs.”
She turned a crimson level of red and put her phone down.
We focused back on work. For most of the day, I was in the zone. Coding and debugging, with my headphones on. We shared dozens of glances and we caught each other looking several times. When lunch time came, I proposed to make us all sandwiches and she joined me, while Ben and Sari went to the terrace.
She grabbed me, spun me away from the counter, and stared up at me. Without the heels, I was a few inches taller than her and I kind of enjoyed the advantage. Plus, having her face closer to my chest wasn’t a bad perk either.
“This is torture,” she glanced down at my cleavage and snuck her hand behind my back, under the tank, squeezing me possessively.
“Whatchu gonna do about it?”
It felt like she hadn’t thought about this further, so the gears in her head spun a bit, before a sly smile danced across her lips as her tongue ran across her upper teeth, scheming.
She lowered her head and stopped right in front of my cleavage, then looked up at me and grinned. I wished I could just capture that instant, with her face and freckles there, her eyes shining, and her proud and mischievous grin accentuating it all.
Then she stuck get tongue out and, heaven help me, I was in pieces. She licked right at the start of my cleavage and went slowly up, in one movement. Through the base of my neck, up my neck, and then sideways to my ear.
She nibbled on my earlobe and whispered, “I guess I got rid of some wetness in my mouth and added more between your thighs.”
She tried to push herself off me but I held her there. “I’ll take this as an advance on your promise.”
“So this doesn’t count?”
“Not even close, babe.” It felt odd to use an endearment like that, but the inflection I put on it gave it a lighter spin.
“If I must,” she winked and slipped through my hold. “Come on, they’re waiting for lunch.”
We put together the sandwiches and took them out to the terrace. We ate, discussed some bits from the project, shared some progress notes, then the discussion shifted to some apartment-management logistics. Groceries and some meal prep had to be done over the weekend to make the following week easier and less reliant on food takeout and delivery.
While Ben and Sari kept going over the shopping list and what needed to be done, Kirsten looked a bit disheartened.
“What is it?” I interrupted them to ask her.
“Nothing.”
I tilted my head in a ‘don’t lie to me, woman!’ manner. And she quickly budged.
“I was hoping to go for a hike on Saturday.”
“A hike?!” All three of us said at the same time. Then Ben added, “In London?!”
“Not in London, a bit further down South. There are famous hiking trails you can get to by train in 60 to 90 minutes.”
I joked, “You can take the girl out of nature, but you can’t take nature out of the girl.”
“Yeah, we won’t get tons of sunny weekend days here, so I thought Saturday would be perfect. It’s ok, though, next week should still be fine.”
Sari quickly jumped in. “You know what, we don’t all need to be here on the same day. The kitchen barely fits all of us when we’re making coffee. So, how about Ben and I handle it this weekend, and then you guys can handle it next weekend?”
“I’m fine, I can help this weekend,” I started saying before Sari glared at me with the intensity of a million daggers. “Or… I can go do some tourism…” That seemed to appease her a bit.
“Why don’t you go on the hike too?” Ben interjected. “It’s safer than Kirsten going on her own.”
“I didn’t bring any hiking clothes and shoes.”
He sneered. “There’s a Decathlon two streets away from us! Get some gear and go!”
For the first time during that exchange, I glanced at Kirsten to see her reaction. She seemed surprised and a bit apprehensive. Kadıköy travestileri I should’ve felt disappointed, but I kind of understood her. I knew how much her hikes meant for her. She had planned for a solo time to breathe away from all of us, and suddenly, I was thrown into her plans. Not just any human, the one human she probably needed time away from to breathe and think.
“I’ll think about it,” I said in a manner that made it clear I didn’t want to discuss this further. She remained silent.
When we went back inside a few minutes later, I grabbed my phone and sent her a quick message. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to get you ambushed.”
“It’s not your fault.”
And she left it there. No further pleasantries or jokes, no ‘you’re welcome to join me,’ nothing. I put my phone down and went back to work. I did my best to focus on my tasks, even though my mind kept erring back to her message and her behavior.
I could’ve sworn I felt phantom vibrations in my phone every few minutes, but there was nothing. Just silence. But it was her eyes, or their absence, that hurt the most. They were focused on her screen, no furtive glances or side-looks or anything.
What the fuck did that conversation just trigger? And why was she being so evasive all of a sudden? It was just a hike, for heaven’s sake, not a marriage proposal. And I wasn’t even the one who’d brought it up! Ugh, Ben and his helpful suggestion…
The rest of the work day went like this. With me fuming with every passing minute and her hiding further behind her computer screen. The tension was palpable. Even Ben and Sari had gone silent now. Seriously, someone should explain to me what I’d missed.
At 6PM on the dot, she took off her work headphones, slid away from the desk, and announced that she was going for a walk. It took her less than 30 seconds to slip on her shoes, grab her earbuds and wallet, and walk out the door.
As the door closed behind her, Ben and Sari looked at me in astonishment.
“What the fuck just happened?” Ben asked. I couldn’t answer. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble, it just made sense.”
I wanted to reassure him, but I didn’t know what to say either.
Sari finally did that. “You didn’t do anything really wrong. I think we just pushed her a bit too far.”
“With a hike?!” He couldn’t believe it either.
“Maybe she sees it as something more,” Sari looked at me and nodded. “It’s not your fault either, Erica. Just give her a breather. I think it’ll all be fine, eventually. It should.”
I had trouble believing that. Somehow, something had broken this afternoon. More than the chemistry we had or the teasing seduction, it was that faith I held that we had something unbreakable. That we could move forward and face anything as long as we looked into each other’s eyes and decided on it. It was that silly belief that, together, we were stronger than anything and everything.
If she still had the power to dissociate our eyes and pull apart our ‘together’ into a separate ‘me’ and ‘you,’ then maybe we weren’t as strong as a unit as I thought. Maybe we weren’t special.
Yeah, I was hurt.
I shut down my laptop and retreated to my bedroom. I needed a moment away from their eyes and veiled pity. I also needed not to be there when she came back. I couldn’t handle that. I’d be lying though if I said my ears didn’t perk up at every single noise coming from the common area, waiting for the door to open or her voice to resonate. Nothing. I tried to distract myself by watching Sinner blaze through his second Wimbledon match on my phone, but that didn’t work either.
One hour, two hours, two hours and a half. I was getting worried and angry. Not a good combo. Then my phone buzzed, for real this time. Her. I picked it up and had to hold myself back from screaming.
“Why me?” She asked.
What?! I didn’t understand the question.
“Why me?! You can practically have any woman in the world, and I’m sure a few thousands of them are already confidently gay and live somewhere near Tokyo. And odds are they’re sexier than me and maybe smarter than me and more remarkable than me. So why me?!”
How many times did I have to tell her that she was remarkable and amazing? I couldn’t find the words.
“I’m ordinary. You’re extraordinary. That’s why I don’t understand this. Why me?!” She asked for the third time.
“Really?! You want me to answer this over the phone?!” That’s all I could think of.
“I don’t want your eyes confusing me, so yes, over the phone.”
“Isn’t that your answer? My eyes? The way I look at you?”
“Don’t deflect.”
“Fine. You, because you’re anything but ordinary. You, because you don’t know how brilliant you are, how excellent your work is, how much your words affect me, or your eyes turn my feet into jelly and my heart into a drum machine. You, because the little crinkle in your lips before you smile is all I ever need to keep me smiling for a whole Travesti kadıköy day.” I kept going while pacing around my room. “You, because you understand me and see me in a way I haven’t felt before. You, because every time I close my eyes and imagine spending a day without you, it feels like a day not worth living. Do you want more? Because I can go on.”
“What if I never really made an effort to get you to notice me more… Would you have ever noticed me? Would you have ever seen all of this about me?”
I had been thinking about that already, so I said without hesitation, “You know I can’t answer that. I don’t know, maybe yes, maybe not, and if so, it would’ve been the greatest loss of my life.”
She stayed silent on the other end of the line. I did too.
After a few seconds, she asked again, “You practically ghosted me for several weeks a few months ago. You never initiated contact and barely replied when I did. Right?”
Ah, so we were going to bring that up. “Yes.”
“Why? If you’re so into me, why do that?”
“Because I didn’t know if you were into me or if I was imagining things. I was starting 95% of our chats, I was the one keeping them alive after you answered. You rarely gave me something to bounce off of. And I started doubting if it was your shyness and more introverted nature or if you just had enough of me and were being polite to a colleague. So I stopped and waited to see if you’d make the effort or you’d just ignore me.”
“It was torture. I barely slept for a month. Don’t ever do that again.”
Again… so there was still hope.
“I’m sorry. That was a shitty thing of me to do. But how do I know when all is fine and you’re just being you, versus when you’re closing off, like you just did today? I’m not a mentalist.”
“I’m sorry too. I won’t do this again.”
“So what’s this really about? We just talked about a hike, Kirsten, and you went all stone wall.”
“It just felt like too much, all of a sudden. Ben and Sari pushing us together. You, looking at me all hopeful. I had planned this in my head as a solo moment, and suddenly there was someone else.”
“I don’t have to tag along. This is your moment to do you, and be you, so just go on that hike and enjoy it. I’ll still be here when you get back.”
“You’re so smart and sometimes so silly and clueless,” she chuckled for the first time during our call. “This isn’t about the hike, it’s a metaphor for everything else. My plans didn’t involve meeting you in person, they didn’t involve everything that’s, uh, happened so far, and suddenly I’m in a couple and going on hikes together? It was just too much all of a sudden.”
“So you’re fine molesting my tits, but walking with me outdoors is where you draw the line?” I teased.
“They’re a spectacular pair of tits.”
“So you have said already.”
She laughed for a second then stopped. Her tone suddenly shifted back to serious. “What is it about this world we live in that makes physical contact so trivial — not that there’s anything trivial about touching you,” she quickly interjected, “but then makes us fall apart at the mere thought of something more emotionally intimate? Like a hike, for God’s sake!”
“How much time do you have to debate that?”
She laughed again; I joined her.
“Where are you now?”
“Heading back to the apartment. A few streets away.”
“Stay there, and share your location. I’ll meet you.”
I was already up on my feet and looking for my socks and shoes.
A few minutes later, I met her in front of a kebab place. I immediately went for a hug because I was craving contact with her. I’m not sure if she expected that, but she played along.
We grabbed a couple of sandwiches and sat down, talking and joking. I needed this lighter version of us, and this simpler and careless interaction. Something to remind me of why we clicked the way we did and why I had enjoyed her company before all of this happened. And also something to make me dream of what we could evolve into.
By the time we walked back — hand in hand — to the apartment, it was already 10:30PM. The place was dark and there were muffled giggles coming from the closed bedrooms on the other side.
She grabbed my hand and turned me around. “I made you a promise,” she grinned.
“Indeed.”
She started pulling me to my room, but I pointed at the couch in the common area. In order to keep some boundaries between us, I had to test our luck for the third day in a row. Hopefully, Ben and Sari would be just as occupied as they’d been before.
“If we go in there, Kirsten,” I glanced at my room, “I won’t be able to help myself. So how far do you want to go?”
She eyed my room’s door for a moment, then turned to the couch. “Sorry,” she mumbled and looked down. “There’s a roadblock somewhere. I never thought…”
“It’s Ok,” I smiled gently, trying to ease her angst.
“You know that’s a lie. You want more, but I’m not sure I can give it to you.”
“Hey,” I nudged her chin up toward me. “Did you ever think you’d be doing what we’ve already done, and enjoying it, I might add?”
She blushed. “No, never.”
“Well then, it’s Ok if you don’t believe you can go further, because we both know how solid those convictions have been so far.”
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