Page 84 of Voyeur
Silver’s arm was around her, and as she lay there, Honor wondered if this could actually work between them. Could they date? Would she be okay with Silver sleeping with other women? Would Honor want to sleep with other women? Would she want to sleep with other women with Silver there? Silver had an ongoing sexual relationship with two of her best friends. Would that still go on once Silver was in a relationship? It seemed like that was what Silver wanted, and she wanted to be able to fuck Stephanie against walls, apparently, too.
Silver’s hand moved into Honor’s hair, and she began playing with it. Honor closed her eyes at the touch, thinking about how part of her wished things could be less complicated. Why couldn’t Silver just want to be with her? Honor didn’t expect monogamy right away, but if they’d met under different circumstances, she and Silver could date and move in that direction. Honor could introduce Silver to her parents, and they might not like that she was a woman, but Honor wouldn’t be so worried about them finding out that Silver had had her over her desk and in a million other places now before they’d gone on a date. Hell, Honor had watched Silver fucking other women, and it had turned her on. Her parents would never understand that.
“I can’t sleep until you say yes, babe,” Silver said into the silence.
“What?”
“A date, Honor. Is it a yes or a no?”
“Oh,” Honor let out and placed her hand on Silver’s stomach.
“You don’t know yet, do you?” Silver tensed beneath her.
“No, I do. I…”
“It’s fine. Let’s just take our nap.”
“No, Silver. It’s a yes.” Honor looked down at her.
“It’s a yes?” Silver lifted an eyebrow at her, checking that she’d heard Honor right.
“To one date, yes. Let’s see how that goes.”
Silver smiled and said, “Yeah, okay.”
Honor lowered her lips to Silver’s and kissed them sweetly.
“Get some sleep, babe,” she told her.
“You too,” Silver replied and closed her eyes.
Honor settled back in against her, but she didn’t fall asleep. She’d never been very good at napping. Her mind always wandered whenever she tried to sleep midday. It did that at night, too, but at least then, her body was so tired, she could fall asleep. As she lay there, wrapped up in Silver, she thought about how things had seemed too intense lately. She’d hardly been able to focus at work, but she was pretty sure she hadn’t let anything important slip. She’d promised her sister a dinner that she hadn’t delivered on yet. She’d gotten hardly any sleep all week. Her first date with a woman had been fine, but nothing special. Christina was beautiful. She’d been kind and patient, knowing that Honor was recently out. She’d listened when Honor had talked and seemed genuinely interested. Honor, on the other hand, wasn’t even sure what she’d said. She’d been too busy thinking about the woman pressed to her body right now, which wasn’t fair to Christina, whom she needed to text and tell her that she’d decided against another date, thinking they’d be good friends instead.
Then, Honor thought about the possibility of sleeping with Christina. The woman was tall and really knew how to wear a dress. Honor wished she’d had the courage to slide her hand up it when they’d been sitting on those barstools. God, she wished that she could have felt Christina’s hard clit through her panties in a room filled with people. She wanted to watch Christina’s mouth open in surprise when Honor began stroking. Honor wanted to watch her come, with the bartender just about two feet away on the other side of the bar. Honor wanted that, and she knew now that she always had. She just hadn’t been able to admit it or even understand it. She wanted to sleep with other women; it wasn’t about Christina, specifically.
Besides, she knew Christina would never be into anything Honor had just pictured. Silver was, though. Silver wanted that. She wanted Honor, and she also wanted other women, and she wasn’t ashamed of it like Honor had been recently.
“Yes, baby.”
Honor tensed.
“No, don’t stop,” Silver said.
It was then that Honor realized where her hand was. It was inside Silver’s underwear, and she was stroking her softly. She’d been thinking about Christina and had started touching Silver. Was that wrong?
“Yes, Honor,” Silver added, and her hips lifted a little, encouraging Honor to continue.
Honor didn’t move to look at Silver. She just continued to softly stroke her as she thought more about Christina sitting on the barstool. Honor leaned over in her mind, and her hand slipped between Christina’s thighs. She gasped and stroked a little faster.
“Yes,” Silver moaned.
Christina spread her legs for her. Honor slid her hand up farther and looked around the crowded bar, feeling brave and cocky maybe for the first time in her life, and she felt Christina’s hard clit and her wet panties.
“Fuck,” Silver said. “Yes!”
Honor was stroking Christina in her mind, but Silver in reality, and her own hips began to move against Silver’s side.
“God, the best way to wake up,” Silver let out right before she came. “Honor!”