Mistakes Were Made

by Meryl Wilsner

“Fucking Christ, Erin,” she groaned, because Erin was being gentle, but her mouth was still on Cassie. “Are you trying to kill me?” “I’m not done yet,” Erin said.

“You gotta give me a break.” “This is your break,” Erin said. She was still tonguing at Cassie, but she avoided her clit. “Erin,” Cassie dragged out her name.

Erin sucked a mark onto her inner thigh. “It’s been two months,” she said. “Just come for me one more time.”

Cassie came three more times before ...

“Yeah.” Cassie cleared her throat. “Said you liked me enough to go look at apartments for me?” “I don’t know if I like you that much.” Cassie tried to backtrack. “Right, of course, I mean, that’s a lot and—” Erin laughed. “Cassie. Of course I like you enough to look at apartments for you. I don’t want you living in squalor.”

Cassie’s pulse tried to get back to normal. “Right,” she said again. Erin was just kidding. They were friends. It still seemed like a lot though. “I have it narrowed down to a couple. Just like—if you could, check them out, maybe?” Erin’s voice was soft. “I’d love to, babe.”

“Babe! Happy graduation!” Cassie didn’t even let herself enjoy the joy in Erin’s voice. “Erin, are you fucking serious? You bought me a bike?” The words came out with about five question marks after them. Cassie just couldn’t believe it. Obviously Erin was rich, but—this was a multi-thousand-dollar present.

“I know I can’t do it right away because I’m coming up with Parker, but Jesus Christ, I’m gonna fuck you on that bike as soon as fucking possible.” Erin giggled, and it was about the sexiest sound Cassie had ever heard.

“I’m serious,” she said. “First I’m gonna finger you on it in your garage, then we’re gonna take back roads and I’m gonna sit behind you and talk you into another orgasm while you grind on the seat, the engine making it vibrate right against your clit.” “Jesus, Cassie,” Erin muttered. “A simple thank-you would suffice.”

Her high-waisted bottoms and bandeau top matched, both bright red with white polka dots. She looked so . . . wholesome, and yet Erin couldn’t stop thinking about riding her face.

“I want to touch you,” Erin said again. “I know you had a long day. I thought I’d do all the work. Let you relax.”

“And what if this is how I want to relax?” Cassie said. Erin didn’t hesitate, “Then you can do whatever you want to me.”

Fuck. As though Erin face down ass up weren’t enough; Erin on all fours, wrapping her mouth around Cassie’s cock was the greatest thing she’d ever seen.

Even if she were using Cassie for sex, who cared? Getting used for sex by a MILF was basically a porno fantasy. Cassie should be honored, not upset.

A watched pot never boils.

Because she could do this. She could admit to wanting Erin. Make herself vulnerable. Ask for something she wanted. Risk having to see Erin’s face when she said no.

Cassie tried not to talk herself out of it. Erin liked her. She liked her enough to look for apartments for her.

She liked her enough to sleep with her, even when that should’ve fucked up her relationship with Parker. She liked her enough to drive an hour and a half to surprise her, just because she’d had a long day.

“I want to go scuba diving with you.”

“Like, the ocean is huge and terrifying and unknown, but if you want to go scuba diving, I want to,”

“I want to make you happy. Or do the things that make you happy with you. And, I don’t know, maybe it won’t be so scary if I’m with you. ’Cause life is kinda huge and terrifying and unknown, right? But I never think about that when I’m with you.”

“It’s maybe the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Since you’re so bad at feelings, I want to make sure you get this,” Erin said. “When I say I want to go scuba diving with you, I mean I love you.” Cassie felt like she was flying.

She was definitely bad with feelings. But Erin beamed at her anyway, and kissed her, and loved her.