Paige paid for her coffee and Caleb's, and they made their way to a table.
"So how'd you make out last night with - Emily?" Caleb asked, not sure he remembered the girl's name.
Paige looked at the ceiling dreamily. "Oh, God. It was incredible. We were like, so connected... It was... yeah."
Caleb laughed. "You're welcome." Paige laughed mockingly. "So, you hit it and quit it?"
Paige shrugged, looking off to the side, and said, softly, "Something like that."
"Paige McCullers! You're slipping! Do I detect some feelings in that cold, cold heart of yours"
"No!" Paige protested with mock indignation. "She offered me breakfast and shower sex, so I hung around... kinda" Caleb offered up a high five, which Paige, rolling her eyes, returned. "Yeah, but now comes the hard part. I have to see her tomorrow in math class."
"What's so hard?" Caleb put his palms up on the table. "She knew what it was, right? So, you just have a talk with her."
"Yeah, talking's not really my thing. I'm more the 'See you never' type of gal."
"So what's your plan?"
Paige pushed her fingers through her hair, letting out a puff of air. "Change sections, I guess? Or just lay low till it blows over?" She hadn't really thought it through.
Paige showed up a bit earlier than normal for math on Monday and staked out a good seat. She needed a seat up front, near the door, so she could make a quick escape after class, before Emily could catch up with her.
She found a seat on the aisle. Ordinarily, she would have put her backpack in the seat next to her, to keep people from sitting next to her, but she decided that, if she did, Emily might think that she was saving her a seat. Instead, she did the next best thing, taking a seat next to someone else. As she sat down, she put her head down and began doodling in her notebook, to avoid Emily's gaze when Emily came in.
As students began filing in, Paige sensed Emily's presence somehow - perhaps a hint of her body wash? Whatever it was, Paige looked up at just the wrong time, catching Emily's eyes as she walked through the door. Emily gave her a friendly wink and a "Hey, Tiger!" and walked on by.
Paige was confused. She didn't know what kind of game Emily was playing. She peeked behind her, trying to catch Emily checking her out, but Emily was busy checking her nails. If she did feel Paige's eyes on her, she didn't take the bait and look back. Paige checked another couple of times during the lecture, but Emily was either taking notes or staring out of the window.
As the hour came to an end, Paige made sure that she was packed up and ready to bolt. She made it out of the building not at all sure whether she'd dodged a bullet - or no bullet had even been fired.
Emily unlocked the door to her apartment and smiled at her roommate. "Hi, Spence!"
Spencer looked up from her textbook with a judgmental face. "Hello."
Here we go. Emily pressed on with the pleasantries, trying her best to avoid or delay what she knew was coming. "So, how are your parents?"
"Good," Spencer said flatly. Before Emily could respond with another diversionary tactic, she added, "So, why does it smell like bad decisions and regret in here?"
Emily rolled her eyes and crossed into the common room, tucking her leg beneath her as she settled into the armchair. Running a hand through her hair, she confessed, "Okay, so I had a guest over." Spencer quirked an eyebrow. Emily groaned. "Over...night, okay?"
"Emily..."
"Oh, come on, Spencer!" Emily wasn't in the mood. She just wanted to enjoy her memories of the weekend - and maybe even talk to someone about how much fun she'd had.
"Emily! No! How long have you and Maya been broken up?"
"Spencer..."
"How long?"
Emily shrugged. "I don't know. Two weeks? I don't know." She knew. It had been eight days. "So?"
"So, I don't think it's wise to jump into another relationship..."
"Spencer. Nobody's jumping into a relationship!"
"Or jumping into bed - that's even worse! I mean, leading some poor girl on like that? What are you going to do if she ends up falling for you?"
Emily smiled broadly. "No chance of that," she said, clicking her tongue. "Not with Paige McCullers!"
Spencer gasped in shock. "Emily, no!"
"Yes!"
"Player Paige?"
"Uh huh!"
"Emily!" Spencer's voice was getting higher and more condemnatory as she spoke. "She's been with every queer girl on campus! And a few of the straight ones!"
"Yeah, I could tell! She really knows what she's doing. Like, she did this one thing..."
"Emily!"
"What, I'm just saying!"
"I can't believe you, Emily! I told you not to do something like this! You're in a fragile state right now. You need..."
"What I need," Emily said indignantly, "is a little bit of fun. What I need is some support from my friends. I was with Maya all through high school, Spencer. She was my world. And I was the perfect girlfriend to her, until she cheated. So I don't need a relationship right now. And I don't need to overthink things. I just need a little bit of fun. Isn't that what college is supposed to be all about?"
Spencer sighed and shook her head. She stood up and went over to Emily, holding her arms out for a hug. "I support you, Em. Honestly, I do. I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?"
"Okay. And I appreciate that. But you need to appreciate that I'm not a little kid, okay?" Emily felt Spencer nod against her shoulder as they broke the hug.
"Did you at least use protection?"
"Why? Worried she got me pregnant?"
"Ha ha. It's not funny, Em. There's no telling what kind of microorganisms that girl has picked up, sleeping around the way she does."
"Oh, chill, Spencer. I'm not stupid. We're very safe, okay? We've both been to campus health services and gotten tested."
"I bet Paige they know Paige's student ID number by heart. She probably has one of those customer loyalty cards - ten punches and she gets the next penicillin shot for free."
"Spencer..."
Emily was low-key once again in class on Wednesday. On Friday, Paige was fully relaxed, realizing that Emily wasn't going to make a thing out of what had happened the week before. As she walked out to her car afterwards, though, Emily caught up with her.
"Hey, Hot Stuff. What've you got going this weekend?"
Paige shrugged. "Oh, you know. The usual."
"Well, if you get stuck, give me a call." Emily bumped shoulders with Paige and headed off in another direction, toward her car. Paige didn't even get the chance topoint out that she didn't have her phone number.
Paige thought things through as she headed back to her apartment. On the one hand, there was a night in the clubs - the thrill of the hunt, some casual flirting, the possibility of running into someone she'd rather avoid, the possibility of coming up empty. On the other hand, there was a sure thing - and one who had already proven that she could rock Paige's world. But was it too soon to see Emily again? She didn't want to send the wrong signals. She still had class with Emily three times a week. Then again - the sex was out of this world. And Emily seemed pretty chill.
The decision would have been easy, but Paige didn't have Emily's number. She did, however, remember hearing Emily say something about her job at The Brew.
Paige showered and changed and headed for The Brew. She didn't really have a plan as much as a hope that Emily would be there. When she got through the door and looked around, that hope was dashed. Paige blew out a puff of air, blowing the hair out of her face, and made her way to the counter. "Hey there," she said pleasantly, ordering a black coffee. As the girl behind the counter poured it out, Paige, as casually as she could manage, asked, "Hey, do you know a girl named Emily Fields? - I think she..."
Before she could finish the thought, the barista leaned toward the kitchen and shouted, "Emily!"
Paige took her coffee and paid for it, and Emily came out of the kitchen, looking toward the counter girl, who pointed her chin toward Paige. "Hey, Paige! Stalking me at work, now?"
Paige chuckled nervously. She took a sip of her coffee, trying to act casual. "So, I was thinking," she began, taking another sip, "I owe you breakfast." Another sip. "So, if you wanted to come over and hang out, watch a movie or something..."
"Your 'roommate' doesn't have another exam to study for this weekend?"
Paige laughed, embarrassed that Emily had seen through the excuse she tried to use at the club. "Yeah, I don't think my roommate will be bothering us, so..."
"So?"
"So, what do you say to hanging out at my place, maybe watching a movie or something?"
Emily sighed, pretending to be annoyed. "You're going to make me sit through a movie first?"
Paige shook her head. She'd gotten used to this kind of joking from Emily. It was actually fun. "A short film, I promise." She held up her thumb and index finger, using them to indicate how short the film would be. "You know, like a quickie cartoon, or something."
"As long as the cartoon's the only 'quickie.'" Paige's eyes went wide when she felt Emily's hand on her ass. Without saying a word, Emily pulled Paige's phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and typed her phone number in. "Text me your address and let me know what time."
"Should I get dinner?"
"Yeah," Emily growled under her breath with a wink. "I'm planning to work up an appetite."
Paige paced around her apartment, trying to make sure that everything was in order. Once again, Emily had knocked her off of her game. She was used to taking girls home, not to having girls show up at her door. She wasn't sure how she should be dressed when Emily came, or what the protocol was. She breathed in deeply when she heard the doorbell. She would just have to hope that everything was okay.
A smile stretched across Emily's face as the door opened and she got a glimpse of Paige on the other side. "Damn, girl!" Emily crossed her wrists behind Paige's neck and began kissing her. Paige closed the door with one hand and followed Emily's lead, caressing Emily's body as they continued the kiss.
Emily spent some time exploring underneath Paige's short, black satin robe, feeling the lacy material that was hugging Paige's ass before she undid the sash to get a better look at the lingerie that Paige was rocking. As Emily stood admiring Paige's body, Paige unzipped her jeans and went right to work under Emily's panties. Emily moaned and her knees buckled. She struggled to wriggle out of her jeans, but they were too tight. "Paige," she pleaded, and Paige backed off, just long enough for Emily to get out of her flats and her jeans.
"Oh, God - you feel so good!" Paige growled into her ear as she nibbled at it and peppered Emily's lips and neck with kisses. Emily put her hand on top of Paige's, pushing her even deeper and harder inside herself, grinding desperately around her fingers.
It didn't take long.
When Emily collapsed into Paige's shoulders, Paige, her wrist cramping because of the angle, tried to withdraw her fingers, but Emily clamped her thighs around her hand. Paige hung in there until she felt Emily relax her legs, and then she slowly withdrew as she kissed Emily softly on the lips.
"So..."
Whatever Paige was about to say was lost as Emily tackled her onto the couch and started in on her like a wild animal. Emily heard a ringing in her ears as Paige's thighs clapped against them, but it didn't slow her down. Nor did Paige's fist in her hair, going along for the ride as Emily devoured her. Paige finished before Emily had enough; Paige ultimately had to push Emily's head away with a weak, "Please."
Emily wiped her mouth on her arm and kissed her way up Paige's body, careful to avoid body contact with Paige's sensitive region. She lay beside Paige, her head against Paige's chest, as she gently rubbed Paige's abdomen. "Sorry," she offered. "I hope those panties weren't too expensive."
After their body temperatures cooled down from the exertion, Paige reached for a throw and covered them with it.
"Are you cold?" she asked.
"Not really."
"Hungry?"
"Not really."
"Tired?"
"Not really."
Paige relaxed. After a pause, she tried again. "Want to watch something?"
"Not really."
"Want to move this party to the bedroom?"
Emily sighed resignedly. "Okay - if you don't think the kitchen table will support us!"
"So, I have to confess, I'm not really all that handy when it comes to cooking," Paige said, before she crawled out of bed the next morning.
Emily gave Paige a glare in disbelief. "You're not seriously going to ask me to cook you breakfast, too."
"No, no! I'll whip up something! I just don't want you to get your hopes up, because my kitchen skills aren't up to par with yours."
Emily tilted her head back and laughed. Stroking Paige's chest, she said, "Paige, I didn't come here for the menu. I'm here for your skills in the bedroom, not your skills in the kitchen - since you flat out refused to fuck me on the kitchen table last night!"
Paige's mouth went wide at that. With a look of determination, she scooped Emily up, hauling her, kicking and screaming, into the kitchen. Before Emily could protest that she was only kidding, the table was squeaking beneath her, and her back was getting burns from rubbing against the cold, varnished surface.
"Oh, God," she said, holding on tight with her arm wrapped around Paige's back, "Spencer would freak if we ever did this to her table!"
Emily flipped over to relieve the friction on her back, crouching on her elbows and knees as Paige leaned in for a taste. Emily, moaning uncontrollably, kneaded her breast with one hand as she reached back with the other to ruffle Paige's hair. "Do you... unh! have any... unh! toys?"
Emily felt Paige's head move away from her. Paige smacked her cheeks and promised, "Be right back!"
Emily worked herself over with her hands to maintain the mood. She quickly hopped off the table and grabbed a cushion from the couch to put under her knees, now reddened from rubbing against the table. Her eyes widened with anticipation when Paige returned with a box of delights. She had a feeling that she was going to be late for her shift at The Brew.
