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“Sofa,” Eline commanded.

Arlowe sat down and watched as her girlfriend removed her jeans and underwear. Then, she watched as Eline straddled her lap but didn’t put the dildo inside herself yet. She kissed Arlowe hard as she cupped Arlowe’s breasts. Arlowe moved her lips to Eline’s neck and then her breasts, sucking and licking one after the other, getting Eline ready for her, and when she was, Eline lifted herself. Arlowe held the dildo in place while Eline settled slowly back down on top of it, and she could not believe how lucky she was.

CHAPTER 34

“You look so adorable,” she said as she sat on the side of her bed and took in her girlfriend. “Babe, you’re wearing a tie.”

“Is it too much?” Arlowe asked. “Not enough? Maybe I should lose the jeans.”

“You can lose the jeans when we’re alone later.”

Eline winked at her and pulled Arlowe into her by the hands, taking her in more.

“I meant that I should change my pants. I should dress up more, right?”

“No, you look perfect. They’re just coming for dinner. It’s not a big deal.”

“You’ve been cooking all day.”

“Yes, because my parents will judge my food.”

“And not your girlfriend?”

“They liked you then; they’re going to love you now,” she replied and stood up, wrapping her arms around Arlowe’s neck. “Both of my parents taught me to cook. My mom was the baker, but my dad loves to make a meal as well. I have to somehow impress both of them, and I’m not exactly a chef.”

“It smells great in here,” Arlowe noted.

“Thank you. Will you come out there and help me get the chicken out of the oven?”

“Yes, I will, but if I get anything on my clothes, you have to tell your parents that it was your fault while I go change or something.”

“I will tell them that it is all my fault.” Eline kissed her. “Hey, I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too,” Arlowe said.

And she looked so cute in another of her short-sleeved button-down shirts, skinny tie, and a pair of dark jeans with short boots that Eline wished her parents weren’t about to arrive for dinner because she wanted to take Arlowe out, have a drink, dance somewhere, walk home, and let Arlowe have her way with her. Instead, she let Arlowe pull the chicken out of the oven while she poured wine into glasses and got the rolls on the table.

“Hey, wear that again another time,” she said just as she heard a knock on the door.

“What?” Arlowe laughed a little.

“Babe, wear that shirt-and-tie combination again when my parents aren’t coming over for dinner.”

Arlowe laughed once more, and Eline went to the door.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Arlowe replied and moved to stand behind her but left some space between them.

Eline answered the door and saw her parents standing there. Her father was in a blazer, like he was teaching instead of having dinner with his daughter and her girlfriend, and her mom had on a summer dress with daisies on it. Then, her dad held out a bottle of wine.

“Here you are,” he said in English because she’d asked them to only speak English for Arlowe.

“I told you not to bring anything.”

“Well, that’s a bottle from our collection. It’s a very good year. You’ll like it.”

“Thank you.” Eline took it from him and moved to set it on the table. “Come in.”