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Girl Crush Chapter 17
Beck met me at the front door with a pitiful excuse for a swimsuit in hand. She led me to the first bedroom downstairs, the same one I'd stayed in last night, to change. I hadn't expected her to flop down onto the bed that someone had made since I was last here, while I stripped, but I figured this would be good practice for the real thing. My shirt came over my head, and I shimmied out of my shorts and panties. When I dropped my bra on the pile at my feet, she sat straight up. I might be thirty-nine, but I worked hard to keep my body in the shape of a twenty-five-year-old. Other than wine, I didn't partake of any indulgences-including carbs. And I ran every morning...well, except this morning because I was otherwise preoccupied, but any other morning, I didn't go anywhere until I logged five miles on the pavement. "Damn, Giselle." She had a girlfriend, and I didn't need her to elaborate. There was a difference in women who were naturally slender, which Beck was, and women like m
Girl Crush Chapter 18
"He just stood there and watched you get dressed? Without so much as a word? No apology?"I shrugged. He had sort of just stood awestruck, but I'd gotten dressed faster than he could have realized what was going on, and tore out of his house like a bat out of hell. I hadn't bothered to call Veronica when I screeched out of Collier's driveway. I sent her a text and told her I would be at her house in minutes and to prepare Trish. I hadn't had time to think about what I was doing. I just knew my head was all kinds of fucked up, and I needed my best friend. Ronnie asked the questions, and Trish poured the wine. And something in that visit changed between my best friend's girlfriend and me, but I hadn't pinpointed it just yet because I was still too mortified to face reality."Your life is like a soap opera." There was humor in Trish's statement but not condemnation. She handed me a glass before joining us on the couch. "I don't get it, Giselle. You're thirty-nine years old. At w
Girl Crush Chapter 19
In my twisted psyche, the last seemed the best choice. I put on a black tank top and black jeans, threw my hair in a knot on top of my head, and found my darkest sunglasses. Because in my mind, dressed in solid black in broad daylight was less conspicuous than shorts and a shirt...coupled with the neon-yellow Camaro that screamed subtly, I proceeded in ninja-stealth mode. I slowed as I neared the entrance and saw the 911 right where I'd hoped it would be. But instead of pulling in behind him so I'd have to back out, I pulled along the edge of the property, parallel to the road. With the car idling, I jumped out and looked for witnesses. Seeing none, I ran up to the Porsche and tried the handle. Locked. With an obnoxiously loud and sensitive alarm system. I panicked. As if jerking on the handle would open the secured door, not only did I try the driver's side twice in my haste, but I also ran around to the passenger side and tried it instead of aborting the mission. When I h
Girl Crush Chapter 20
I managed to make it to pick Roxie up and arrived at two minutes to seven. Thankfully, she'd told me to dress casually, so it hadn't taken long to change clothes. I'd opted for layered tanks and skinny jeans with a kick-ass pair of black platform heels. My unruly hair piled high on top of my head in a messy knot took more time to perfect than it appeared. With a swipe of gloss across my lips, I assessed myself in the rearview mirror, puckered my mouth to ensure it had just the right pout, and then got out of the car. When Roxie answered the door, my jaw dropped. I could have dragged her into the house and spent hours having her give me makeup lessons. She was tricked out like a fifties' pin-up girl, and every detail was accounted for, but instead of the polka dot dress, she'd gone for a bright-red button-up she'd tied at the belly button and left agape at the cleavage and tight jean shorts that were cuffed just below her knee. Her shoes alone were reason enough to try to make this w
Girl Crush Chapter 21
"They're hot, huh?" she whispered into my ear. The way the heat hit my skin and the words blew a cool breeze across my neck sent a shiver down my spine. My senses were heightened, and my body was raw in the most intimate way. Roller derby caused my insides to purr the way my Camaro did-and I was in love. My eyes followed the Jammer in black, I think Roxie said her name was Aerial, but it didn't matter-all I knew was little girls needed to aspire to this, not boys with bank accounts. The night with the derby girls was over sooner than I had wanted it to be. I felt like I'd been inducted into a secret society, and I never wanted to leave. Roxie assured me I could find videos of previous bouts, things fans had put together, if I wanted to keep up with them, and offered to bring me back anytime I wanted to come. I eagerly told her to get me a schedule so we could make plans. I had to have more. My body was hyped up on adrenaline, amped, ready to go. Roxie seemed just as ignited, b
Girl Crush Chapter 22
Nervously, I swallowed the fear down and curled up at her side. She wrapped her arm around me and slid down, so we were face to face. I couldn't recall a time I'd ever been this close to a woman, and I could feel my heart pounding, but the excitement that normally filled me and overrode my anxiety when I was body deep with a man wasn't there. Staring into her eyes, I witnessed her admiration. I'd observed that same gaze time after time just before hooking up with a guy. And when she leaned in, she hesitated for a fraction of a second, and I closed my eyes. Her lips met mine, they were soft and supple. Without sight, the kiss was no different than hundreds of others I'd experienced in my adult life. She gently turned and gradually opened her mouth. I followed her lead, and our tongues met in a gentle exchange. With each swipe, my mind drifted further from the reality that I was French kissing a woman and focused on the sensation alone. My hands drifted from the safety of her jean-cla
Girl Crush Chapter 23
Even though I'd managed to salvage a friendship with Roxie, I hadn't been able to get the sight of her Little Debbie out of my mind. The whole way home, I kept having labia flashbacks. I had a new respect for anyone who loved to taste test the fish in tuna town. I'd never studied my tunnel of love, but by the time I pulled into the garage, I was on a mission.My feet beelined for the bedroom, where I quickly divested myself of my clothing and hauled ass into the bathroom. I climbed onto the vanity, between the two sinks, and brought my feet up onto the counter. There wasn't a lot of space with my crap in the way, so one foot pushed stuff to the left, and the other foot moved junk to the right, leaving me spread eagle on the granite. All I had to do was lift my line of sight, and Pandora's box would be wide open. I counted down in my head from three, determined to look on one, but failed. I tried to psych myself into it, pump myself up, generate excitement about having knowledge of my
Girl Crush Chapter 24
One of the guys I'd met the day before, whose name I couldn't remember, greeted us at the door. "Hey, Giselle." He smiled warmly at me before noticing the two bombshells behind me. "Who are your friends?""Veronica and Trish." Before he could remind me of his name, or I had to admit I couldn't remember it, Beck came bounding into the foyer in nothing other than a skimpy, string bikini. She would have done just as well to wear pasties and a pad, it would have provided more coverage."Giselle! You brought friends." Beck was a ray of sunshine today. I could only assume it meant things were going well with Stella. She stopped just in front of the guy, but close enough to lean in for a friendly side kiss on the cheek.With the introductions completed-thankfully Beck introduced Mark-we made our way out back. There was music playing through the speakers, the outdoor kitchen had a chef working in front of it, and people mingled around the edge with drinks. I felt sorry for the hired h
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