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The usual quiet house felt alive; the sound of distant chatter and laughter from the living room filtered into the kitchen and the smell of freshly popped popcorn lingered in the air. Francesca looked forward to these nights, the easy conversation and familiar ambience was just what she needed to decompress after the long work week. It was the third Saturday of the month and Francesca and Michaela’s turn to host the monthly movie night with their group of friends. Movie night was a tradition that they guarded fiercely, it acted as a much needed break from their demanding professional lives. It was one night a month where they could switch out their formal attire and professional demeanor for oversized hoodies, overpriced snacks and a shared screen.
Francesca prepared a bowl of popcorn as she half listened as Eloise ranted about a new intern that her boss hired and how he was incompetent and a misogynist.
“He’s an intern El.” She glanced over to her sister. “They’re still learning.”
“He said he’d like to see Pen do jumping jacks so he can and I quote “watch them titties bounce.”” Eloise said in her best impression of the intern while doing air quotes.
“That’s disgusting.” Michaela scrunched up her nose. “Did you report it to HR?”
“Yeah, but nothing will come of it.” She sighed and opened the refrigerator.
Francesca nodded, still only half listening to the conversation, but wanting to look like she was engaged. “I’m sorry El, maybe they’ll remove him or transfer him to a different department.” She said as she grabbed the popcorn topping off the counter.
“If you put that nasty cheddar seasoning on the popcorn, I will file for divorce.” Michaela joked pointing at the massive red bowl of popcorn sitting on the kitchen island.
The small bottle in Francesca’s hand hovered over the bowl, her movements halted at the mention of divorce. "OH that’s where your love draws the line, at cheese seasoning?” She quipped.
Michaela smiled and shook her head, reaching over the island to rescue the kernels from the unwanted topping. Francesca laughed and moved the bowl out of her wife’s reach. The two of them often found themselves falling into this small kind-hearted bricking and teasing match that neither took too seriously.
Eloise closed the refrigerator door and turned toward her sister, “Don’t worry Fran; Michaela will never divorce you and if she tries Kate will make sure you take her for more than half in court.”
“Is that right?” Michaela raised a questioning brow.
A small pout formed on Francesca’s face at the thought of that happening. “But I don’t need or want anything, but Michaela.”
And she meant it, Francesca wouldn’t trade any amount of money or material objects for her wife. Michaela was her world and the thought of her leaving her even in jest gave her a bad feeling in her stomach.
“Eloise stop. I was only kidding.” Michaela gave her a look and rounded the island to place a small kiss to Francesca’s pouting lips.
“As was I.” Eloise grumbled under her breath.
“She’s stuck with me forever.” Michaela smiled up at her wife.
Francesca leant down pressing their lips together again, her free hand wrapped around Michaela’s waist and pulled her closer. “Yes forever and a day.” She smiled as they parted.
“You two make me nauseous.” Eloise grabbed a handful of popcorn from Francesca's bowl and walked out of the kitchen popping the kernels into her mouth one at a time.
The two women laughed at the retreating Bridgerton sister. “Do you think she’ll ever settle down?” Francesca asked, finally setting the unwanted popcorn seasoning back on the counter.
Michaela thought about the question for a second and shrugged. “I think when the right person comes along her view on love might waiver. I know mine did, when I met you.” She smiled and pecked Francesca on the cheek.
The couple made their way into the living room just as the last of their friends arrived. Michaela’s best friend Liz walked through the front door without knocking with her girlfriend in tow.
“Sorry we’re late, the tube was dreadful.” Liz apologized as they both took off their coats and shoes.
“You’re just on time, we're getting ready to start the first movie.” Michaela smiled and grabbed the blanket off the top of the couch behind Eloise.
“We brought snacks!” The girlfriend exclaimed, holding up the plastic bag full of treats.
Liz took the bag from her girlfriend's hand and dumped the contents on the coffee table. Eloise and John instantly lunged for the table like two little kids.
“What movie did we settle on for tonight?” Liz asked as she greeted Michaela with a quick hug.
“Babygirl, I think it’s called.” Sophie answered, scrolling through the various titles on screen searching for that one in particular.
“Can we pick something else?” John whined as he took a harsh bite of his red vine.
“No!” Francesca playfully threw a piece of popcorn at his face. “I heard there’s boobs, you have that to look forward to at least.”
“Are you thirteen?” Eloise muttered.
Francesca chuckled and shrugged. “What? It’s boobs.”
Who didn’t like boobs?
Michaela playfully rolled her eyes at her wife. Francesca did love boobs so she wasn’t surprised that was her main focus for the film.
“What’s it about? Some of us care about the plot and not just boobs.” Eloise asked, putting more emphasis on the last word than the others.
“That one actress from that scary movie The Others....I can’t remember her name-“ Michaela paused.
“Nicole Kidman?” Liz questioned as she began to arrange blankets and pillows on the floor for her and her girlfriend.
“Yes! Her.” Michaela shook her finger and nodded. “She has an affair with her younger intern.” She handed a couple more pillows to Liz helping her complete their makeshift bed.
“Hopefully he’s at least more tolerable than my wretched intern.”
“Not sure he is since he’s having an affair with his boss.” Francesca pointed out as she threw a piece of popcorn up in the air and caught it on her tongue.
“Can we revisit the no husbands or boyfriend rule? I really hate being the only man here.” John didn’t seem pleased with the premise of the movie.
“You’re an honorary girl, John.” Francesca said as she plopped down on the love seat, the bowl of popcorn landing in her lap a few kernels fell on the floor in the process.
“I’ve told you if you didn’t want to attend movie night you didn’t have to.” Michaela reminded her cousin. “And there has never been such a rule, you’re just mad that we didn’t pick Jurassic World or any movie with The Rock.”
John shot her an annoyed glare.
“Benedict has been very busy with his gallery showing and is spending extra time in the studio the last few months preparing or else he’d be here.” Sophie chimed in.
Francesca pointed at John, “See, you won’t be so lonely once Ben is done with his show. Then you both can lose the vote together.”
“Can we just watch the movie?” John waved his hand toward the TV.
This was routine for him to complain about being the only guy in attendance, yet he always showed up. He enjoyed movie night with his cousin because it was something they did growing up when their fathers passed that brought them closer together. Being the only guy in a room of women wasn’t ideal and plus he was always out voted when they chose the movies which didn’t seem fair.
Michaela knew better to give him too much attention, it was better to just ignore his whining.
Everyone grabbed their drinks and snacks and settled into their normal spots, Eloise, John and Sophie on the couch, and Liz and her girlfriend camped out on the floor with pillows and blankets. Michaela snuggled up to Francesca on the loveseat; she covered them up with the blanket and stole a couple of pieces of popcorn. Francesca smiled down at her, placing a kiss on top of her head as she pulled her closer.
Sophie hit play and the film started hot right out the gate with an opening sex scene. The scene ended with the woman unsatisfied and her husband oblivious to the fact that he was the only one to reach a climax.
“Hey look John you’re not the only one who can’t make a girl come.” Francesca laughed mostly to herself, but then instantly regretted saying it.
“You told Francesca.” John yelled.
“She’s my wife, I tell her everything.” Michaela whispered back not wanting to interrupt the movie further.
“Quiet! Watch the freaking movie!” Eloise shouted pointing at the screen.
Michaela may have let it slip that John’s ex-girlfriend broke up with him because she never had an orgasm with him. She didn’t see the problem with sharing that information with her wife, but she also didn’t think Francesca would actually bring it up to John or use it in the manner she just did. It was something that he was insecure about and she never meant for it to be used against him.
Francesca felt Michaela pinch her side under the blanket. “OW!” She flinched and looked down at her.
“That wasn’t okay.” Michaela whispered.
“I’m sorry, I was only kidding.” Francesca was kidding, but now thinking about it she probably should have refrained from bringing it up. It was something that she herself didn’t like happening when she was intimate with her wife.
When Michaela’s face didn’t soften at her apology she cupped her chin and tilted her head up to meet her in a soft kiss. “I’m sorry. I’ll apologize after the movie.” She whispered against her lips.
Michaela sighed. “Thank you.” She laid her head back on her wife’s shoulder and draped her arm across her stomach.
Everyone quieted down and continued watching the film. Francesca glanced over at John to make sure he was okay and he seemed fine and focused on the movie, hopefully he wasn’t too upset with her. Francesca wasn’t sure she even knew what the plot of the film was yet. The pace was slow and the storyline wasn’t as captivating as she had hoped. She assumed a movie about kinks and sex would be more exciting, but she kept finding her mind wandering and her eyes becoming heavy from boredom.
Francesca’s mind drifted again and she got lost in her thoughts, but her eyes remained on the screen.
We should repaint the living room or add an accent wall.
Did I send that email about the sheet music for Monday? I’ll have to double check before bed.
I should probably call mom and check in. Yeah I’ll do that tomorrow.
I hope Michaela isn’t too mad at me about the whole John thing, I thought it was funny, but it clearly wasn’t. Ugh.
What color accent wall maybe a dark blue or dark grey?
A hand lifting up her shirt and caressing her stomach interrupted her internal ramblings. She looked down at the blanket and then over to her wife. “My hand is cold.” She whispered and moved her hand further up Francesca’s shirt seeking warmth.
Francesca didn’t think much of it after all it was normal for them to seek warmth from each other's bodies. Even when Michaela’s fingertips lazily danced over her abs, she didn’t think twice about it. But when the hand inside her shirt traveled lower. Dangerously lower.
Her body tensed as she felt Michaela’s hand grip her cock over her plaid pajama pants. Francesca shifted in her seat in an attempt to move the hand from her crotch. Instead of moving, Michaela's grip tightened as she groped Francesca over her pajamas. Francesca watched as her wife nonchalantly touched her under the blanket, never once taking her eyes off the screen her facial expression remained neutral.
Michaela lightly traced the outline of her hardening dick slowly and deliberately. Francesca held her breath and looked around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to them. No one was, thankfully. All eyes were glued to the screen, oblivious to Michaela’s inappropriate actions under the blanket. Francesca adjusted the blanket to prevent any wandering eyes from seeing the impression of her wife’s hand. She was being paranoid because the room was completely dark only illuminated by the white blue hues of the tv screen. Nobody could see them, at least she hoped that was true because Michaela’s hand was now rubbing her growing length over her pants and she had no intention of stopping her.
Francesca shifted, moving the bowl of popcorn to her lap to serve as a much needed shield. A small smile tugged at her lips, but slowly vanished when she felt the hand under the blanket travel back up to her stomach and settled right above her waistband. Michaela lightly guided her index finger across Francesca’s abs, teasing the muscles there. Francesca watched the shape of her wife’s hand under the blanket and her breath hitched when she felt it dip under her pajama bottoms and straight to the heat of her hard cock.
A low moan escaped her lips and she quickly tried to cover it with a dramatic cough.
“Fran, are you okay?” Sophie turned her attention to her.
Francesca cleared her throat bringing her hand up to her mouth and faked a violent hacking cough, “Yes, yeah popcorn went down the wrong pipe, is all.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but it was difficult with Michaela’s hand slowly stroking her throbbing cock. Francesca winced at the unlubricated friction, Michaela noticed and withdrew her hand from under the blanket bringing it up to her mouth and faking a yawn. Francesca watched her quietly spit into the palm of her hand before returning said hand back inside Francesca pants. Her hand was back stroking her length, Francesca tried her best to control her breathing, but it was not an easy task.
She could see a slight smirk forming on Michaela’s face. She was enjoying this, the torture, the teasing, but most of all the risk of getting caught. Francesca knew her wife all too well; she was getting off on that idea alone.
If Francesca was honest with herself this was doing something for her too. She wasn’t into public sex, but Michaela was always adventurous with their sex life especially when they first started dating. They had sex everywhere, places where couples had no business having sex, Michaela always managed to seduce Francesca at the most inconvenient places and times. Like right now in a room with their friends not even ten feet away from them. Everything was telling her to put a stop to this, grab Michaela’s hand, but god it felt so good.
Maybe she could just let her touch her for a few more minutes. Yeah just a little bit longer.
A small barely audible gasp fell from Francesca's lips as Michaela's fingers curled around her girth applying a firm steady pressure as her soft hand caressed from the tip to the base of her cock. Francesca bit her lower lip and without thinking arched her hips into Michaela’s touch seeking more. She needed more. She needed to feel Michaela. Not her hand, no she needed to sink into her warm wet pussy the need was driving her mad. Francesca checked the room making sure everyone was still dialed in on the film, her eyes landed on Michaela still so focused and unbothered while watching the screen. How was it possible for her to sit there like nothing was happening when Francesca was literally falling apart and trying her hardest to stay quiet?
Just focus on the movie. Yeah, the movie. Francesca told herself her eyes moving to the screen. Well that’s not gonna help. On the screen one character was fingering the other on the floor. That did nothing to help her current situation. The more Michaela’s hand touched her dick the more intense her urge to rip the blanket off her lap and fuck her wife into the loveseat right in front of everyone, but she couldn’t, absolutely not. Her cock twitched against Michaela’s palm at the thought of taking her right there.
Then the delicious torture stopped and Michaela shifted her weight and slid her head down from Francesca’s shoulder to rest comfortably on her lap. The taller woman watched her carefully as she lifted the blanket slightly and discreetly as possible reached inside the waistband of the pajama bottoms, freeing Francesca’s cock and letting it rest flat against her toned stomach.
Francesca’s eyes widened. She wouldn’t. No she wouldn’t-Oh-
Her thoughts stalled when the searing heat of Michaela’s breath brushed against the tip of her dick causing her to shudder. Her eyes rolled back for a fleeting second when the flick of a warm wet tongue swiped the tip sending a new wave of pleasure throughout Francesca’s body. She froze for a heartbeat, the sound from the TV became distant and muffled. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her head began to spin as the electric heat engulfed her body. To the rest of the room, Francesca looked normal, perfectly still and focused on the screen, but in reality she was fighting for her life. She shifted her weight slightly to create a clearer path for Michaela who happily welcomed the new angle and Francesca closed her eyes and leaned into the sensation.
Her hand found Michaela’s head; she didn’t push it down, she just rested her hand there lightly, a silent plea for her to continue. And she listened, her tongue teased, circling the tip slowly before taking just the tip into her mouth swirling and sucking lightly on it. Francesca gulped and pulled the blanket up to cover them not taking her eyes off of Michaela, she loved the way her mouth fit perfectly around her cock. She could watch her devour her like this all day.
Michaela’s tongue began to swirl, circling the tip with slow measured strokes. Francesca watched with lidded eyes as that warm wet tongue licked away the clear thin liquid dripping from her tip. Francesca’s toes curl against the carpet. Every lap of Michaela's tongue was calculated, drawing the tension tighter and tighter until Francesca felt like she was vibrating out of her own skin. Michaela’s mouth felt amazing around her, but she still needed more. This teasing was agonizing, the slow strokes of her hand or tongue weren’t enough. Her hips lifted up into Michaela’s mouth forcing her wife to take more of her. A low gruntled gag could be heard under the blanket and Francesca winced at the sound hoping no one heard.
The sudden movement and noise caught Sophie’s attention. “Fran, are you okay?” She asked with a curious frown.
“Oh-yeah, I had a cramp.” She lied rubbing her leg to try and sell the lie.
Sophie just nodded and turned her attention back to the movie.
Is this damn movie almost over? I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
Pushing her big dick into Michaela's mouth like that wasn’t a logical choice knowing her wife had a terrible gag reflex and would have reacted like she did. Despite having a gag reflex Michaela always took every single inch of her, but she usually had time to relax her throat to prepare. The minor mishap didn’t seem to deter her wife’s inappropriate plans because beneath the blanket her mouth continued its slow torturous pleasure. She snaked her hand inside of Francesca’s pants sliding down past the base of her cock and gently massaged her balls.
Fuck
Francesca glanced around the room again and was thankful but surprised no one noticed them still. Especially Sophie who seemed to be quite attentive tonight. The movie wasn’t that good, was it? It didn’t matter she didn’t want them to notice. No. What she really wanted was to get the fuck out of that room and fuck her wife into their mattress.
Michaela’s tongue swept over the sensitive ridge of Francesca’s cock with cruel precision. Every flick and careful quiet suction drove Francesca closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building in her lower belly, a tight pulsing heat begging to release. Francesca squeezed her eyes shut and dug her fingertips into the fabric of the loveseat as she fought the urge to thrust her hips forward into the delicious wetness once again.
The hand on Michaela’s head softly nudged it down, but she was met with resistance. Francesca whimpered and removed her hand. Michaela’s lips hovered over the tip of Francesca’s cock and let a slow trail of saliva run down the shaft. Another whimper slipped past Francesca’s lips when Michaela sat up resuming her previous position with her head on her shoulder.
You can’t do that. Please.
“You’re killing me, y’know that right?” Francesca whispered into Michaela soft curls. She could feel the devilish smile that spread across her face against her chest. “You’re okay with being a widow then?” She whispered again.
Francesca felt her wife’s eyes roll against her chest and then her hand was back under the blanket gripping her cock again. She gathered the spit that was still present and used it to glide her hand up and down at a much faster pace than before. Francesca’s head fell back; she didn’t care at that moment if they got caught; all she wanted was to come. She needed to come.
Michaela’s strokes quickened as fast and as long as they could with the restriction of the blanket in the way. Francesca’s back arched and her hand grabbed a fistful of Michaela’s hoodie as she let the pleasure sweep over her. A sharp involuntary moan broke free and echoed throughout the silence of the room. Thankfully when she looked at the screen there was a fight happening between two of the characters so she quickly said, “Oh my god they’re fighting.” She didn’t know who the characters were or why they were fighting and frankly she didn’t care.
No one paid her any mind, they didn’t even acknowledge the obscene sound that left her throat, they were all too engrossed with the scene unfolding and she was grateful for that.
Yes baby just like that I’m so close. Francesca praised her wife in her head.
God, that feels so good. I wish it was your pussy instead, I know you’re so wet right now.
Fuck! I’m so close.
Her breath quickened, her heart began to pound in her chest, her head fell against the back of the loveseat, she stared up at the ceiling trying her best to mask her heavy breathing, but failed miserably. The friction was electric. Francesca's whole body was humming as Michaela’s rhythmic strokes increased. The room began to spin, Francesca clenched her jaw suppressing the moan desperate to be freed. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, the risk of discovery and thrilling edge of pleasure was becoming too much. She needed to come and she could feel the pressure of her sweet release, the room around her narrowed, her breathing became shallow and the only thing she could feel was the intensity building under the blanket.
Francesca knew Michaela could sense how close she was, her wife knew her body better than she knew her own. So why was she slowing down? Francesca was seconds away from losing it right there in the middle of the living room, her body trembling with the effort of staying silent. It was excruciating, but felt so damn good. Then Michaela just stopped.
Francesca whimpered at the loss of contact.
Michaela! Why? She whined and was glad it was in her head because the noise she just made was not even remotely attractive.
She watched with shock as her wife removed her hand from under the blanket and innocently adjusted her posture like she didn’t just blue ball her.
All Francesca could do was glare at her wife. The small evil smile across her face only fueled Francesca’s frustration. She was cruel. So fucking cruel.
The credits began to roll and the room came to life again. The sudden surge of lights as John turned the lamps on felt like a spotlight to Francesca. She looked around at everyone as her eyes adjusted to the light. The casual chatter and laughter of the group caused the spell she was under in the dark to break.
Damn.
"That was actually not bad!" Sophie exclaimed, standing up to stretch. "Though the ending felt a bit rushed. What did you guys think?”
“It was alright if you’re into the whole power dynamic and praise kink stuff.” Liz shrugged. “Not kink shaming.” She put her hands up in defense.
“What was the deal with the milk?” John asked.
“Yeah that part was rather odd.” Liz added.
“Francesca what did you think?” Michaela asked, that evil grin still plastered on her beautiful face.
Seriously?
“Uhh yeah it was good-“ She replied absentmindedly as she fixed her shirt under the blanket and stood up quickly.
Truth was she couldn’t tell them anything that happened in the film that didn’t happen in the first 30 minutes because she was bored for the first half and once Michaela’s hand touched her stomach and then her dick, her brain shut down and could only focus on one thing and it wasn’t the plot of the damn movie.
“I-I’ll be right back I have to-“ She didn’t finish her sentence and disappeared down the hallway toward her bedroom.
She couldn’t stick around and pretend to engage with them like her heart wasn’t still drumming frantically against her ribs and the heat between her legs wasn’t a throbbing weight that begged for her attention. There was no way she could stand there like nothing happened, as if she couldn’t feel the lingering dampness of her precum trickling down her leg serving as a reminder of just how close she was to the edge.
No.
Francesca desperately needed a brief intermission.