Second Best Ch. 07

Lilly was splendidly dressed again, today in a fitted dark green vintage dress that perfectly extenuated her hourglass figure. It was sleeveless, giving me the first glimpse of her bare arms and was a little shorter than the pencil skirt she'd worn yesterday. If she wanted to showcase her legs, this was the dress.

"While the cat's away..." she reprimanded cheerfully, "I brought you little deviants some breakfast." She set down a tray of coffee and bagels, and then sat primly on the corner of the bed.

Lilly was so elegant and there I was with my ass in the air, her boyfriend's cock rammed into my pussy, sweaty and flustered with a pair of knickers caught around my knees. I was so embarrassed that I had to turn my gaze away from her as I detached myself from our coupling.

Mark pulled me back towards him cradled me close for a moment.

"You were so perfect this morning Steph, in everything," he breathed in my ear, before kissing the top of my head and announcing more generally, "I'm gonna go hop in the shower, save me some coffee." I flushed with pleasure at the compliment and coyly pulled the bed covers over my lower body. He trailed a loving hand over Lilly's exposed arm as he got up from the bed and they exchanged affectionate glances.

Lilly and I silently admired his naked form as he carelessly crossed the room, stretching and massaging his neck with his palm. His broad shoulders, the column of his spine and the muscular square of his buttocks all displayed to their full potential.

When the door closed behind him, the spell was broken and we turned our attentions to one another.

"Stephanie?" Lilly's voice seemed oddly cautious.

"Hmm?" was all I could manage

"I just wanted to apologise for last night," she said, very seriously. I looked at her incredulously.

"Apologise? Are you crazy?" She raised a hand in a 'stop' motion and looked at me sadly.

"I honestly hope that that means that you had a good time. I wanted you to have a good time. I had a good time."

"Then - " I began, but she raised her hand again and looked at me crossly. I knew I'd better not interrupt her any more if I wanted to stay out of trouble. I pulled the covers to my chin in a crude defence against anything fierce she might say.

"I messed up a lot of things. I didn't ask you about testing, I didn't check your safe-word I just assumed that you use the same as Mark's, I didn't ask why the gag distressed you so much, or if you would prefer it to be taken out of play altogether. I've been doing this for a long time, and I have NEVER fucked up on as many basic things." She appealed to me with earnest emerald eyes, "I'm deeply sorry. It will not happen again."

I was taken aback. I'd been so in awe of her at the time that I hadn't given enough thought to any of her points; we'd been free-wheeling and were lucky that no damage had been done to any of the three of us. I folded my hands around hers to comfort her.

"I'm sorry too; I should have checked that you had my safe-word instead of assuming that Mark had given it to you. I trusted you because he did, but I shouldn't have let that switch my brain off."

"You trust me?" She smiled, seemingly touched.

"Yes. That and I fancy you like mad." I said, regretting the words even as I said them.

"Stephanie, sweetheart, everybody does," she planted a red lipstick kiss on my cheek.

"Hardly surprising," I rasped, flooded with all the embarrassment of being spoken too by a high school crush. The mildest touch from her left me star-struck and idiotic.

She poured two small cups of black coffee from the caffettiera and passed one to me.

"Do you want to hear about what I've got planned for us today?"

I blew a curl of steam away from my cup and nodded.

"We're going shopping. Just us. I want us to have a chance to really get to know each other."

I'm not a shopping kind of girl, truth be told I abhor it. Crowds, queues, snippy assistants, endless choice but nothing you can imagine ever looking good on you. That's before I even touch my rant about Primark's labour practices.

"Sounds great - I'd love to!" I found myself exclaiming. Honestly, Lilly could have announced that we were off to march into the gates of Hell and I'd have been just as enthused; being near to her was too intoxicating to fight. She smiled widely, and rubbed her lipstick off (or across more of) my face with her thumb. I glowed under the caring contact.

"Excellent. I have a few business calls to make, but don't take too long getting ready."

I nodded. She kissed the top of my head lightly.

"Good girl," and with that she exited the room, leaving me all alone.

I demolished a bagel and finished the coffee, then kicked the duvet away from me and dragged myself, with some effort, out of bed. I could hear the water running in the bathroom still, but there wasn't going to be time to join Mark under the jets of hot water. I grabbed the first clean set of matching underwear I could find from my single drawer and laid them out on the bed - catching a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror as I did so.

It's not often I feel really attractive, but after the explosions of last night and the echoes of this morning it was hard not to suspect that, I might actually be beautiful. I surveyed myself in the mirror, indulging my moment as Narcissus and becoming enamoured with my naked and bruised body. There were yellow ones, almost healed on my thighs and knees, and thin scratches that traced the shapes of my hips; all still lingering from past play with Mark. At my neck were adorable lilac circles denoting moments where Lilly's mouth had covered my pulse. The crowning glory of it all was the love bite glowing on my breast, just overlapping my nipple and shaped like a waxing moon. The perfect badge of honour.

I heard the water in the bathroom stop, and rushed to get ready.