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She realizes she likes to watch Amory’s lips while she eats.
Full. Pink. Distracting.
“Maybe this is why my mom thinks I can’t cook,” Amory says.
Blake shakes her head. “Ignore that. Everyone makes mistakes, and I got distracted too.”
“Yeah, but it was a good conversation.”
“A much needed one,” Blake agrees.
Amory sighs and then pauses for a moment. “I was going to propose to her.”
“What?” Blake asks.
“Yeah,” Amory says. “I even bought a ring, and I had planned out a nice time and spot to propose. It was going to be where we had our first date.”
“Now I feel extra shitty,” Blake groans.
“Don’t,” Amory says, “I’m starting to realize that you were also a victim in this, just like I was. You may have fucked up by sleeping with someone you knew had a girlfriend, but Natalie fucked up more by stringing us both along for a year. And you were in love. I think everyone has done something stupid in the name of love.”
“Yeah,” Blake agrees, “it was certainly stupid.”
“Let me ask this,” Amory begins, “Did you know she was in a relationship when you first got together?”
Blake shakes her head. “No, we met on a dating website, and started hooking up and going on dates. I didn’t find out she had a girlfriend until we were months in.”
Amory nods her head. “Yeah,” she says, “I think you’re less of a horrible person for sleeping with Natalie than you thought, or even than I thought.”
Blake frowns, but it means a lot to hear that coming from Amory. Blake never truly forgave herself for what she did, but to hear that the person she’s wronged the most has forgiven her… Well, it means a lot to her.
Blake thinks to herself for a while, about the situation with Natalie. It was so fucked up in so many ways, and she should have broken it off with Natalie the moment she knew she had a girlfriend, but hindsight is twenty-twenty, and Blake didn’t, and she has to live with the guilt of that. But she also gets to live with how that experience changed her, how she has changed for the better and become more considerate of others.
She has also developed a greater appreciation for Amory, and she thinks from the smile on Amory’s face as she eats quietly, that she has done the same. Amory was hurt, but she’s not the same vindictive person she was when they knew each other. She told Blake she hated her at first, but she heard her out and changed her mind and found it in herself to forgive Blake. Blake is so grateful for that.
When supper is done, Blake quickly washes the dishes while Amory goes to her stuff and grabs her pack of cards.
“You want to play some poker again?” Amory asks, probably already knowing the answer. They’ve been playing poker almost every night after supper. Blake has actually gotten better at it even though she usually loses spectacularly.
“Of course,” Blake responds, drying her hands and walking over to the table.
“Awesome,” Amory says, and then gives Blake a look. “But we’re definitely not playing strip poker,” she adds.
Blake playfully groans, but she hadn’t jokingly asked to play strip poker tonight for a reason. As much as she loves to see Amory get all flustered, the idea of the other woman naked has her desperately horny all over again. This is miserable, Blake thinks, to not be able to have sex or masturbate. She has never been in this position before.
She has never been in a situation where she wasn’t able to find the privacy to masturbate, and she has never been in a situation with another queer woman who wasn’t down to fuck the moment Blake suggested it. Not that Blake would suggest it. Her relationship with Amory may be getting better, but she still feels like she’s standing on thin ice.
Amory deals the cards, and Blake checks her phone to see that Jenna texted her while she was preparing supper.
Jenna: Hey, how’s it going?
Blake: Bro, I’m so horny
Amory and Blake play for a while as Blake waits for Jenna to respond. She’s not even entirely sure what she’s hoping to get from Jenna, but when she does finally respond, Blake is a little disappointed.
Jenna: Well don’t expect me to do anything about it.
Blake frowns at her phone and then texts Jenna back. She really needs something right now, and she might regret this, especially since she has no outlet for her sexual frustrations.
