Chapter Nineteen
Faye
When did I start to want this? Because as I lie in Ida’s bed, it seems like something I’ve always wanted. It seems so obvious. She’s so beautiful, so utterly mesmerizing, and, clearly, so very hot for me. Ida and I are hot for each other. My brain is too suffused with lust to wonder what any of this means. Whether this makes me a lesbian or just gay for Ida Burton. All I know is that I want this. I want her hands on me, her fingers hooking under the cups of my bra and baring my skin so Ida can lay eyes on my breasts. I want to see the look in her eyes when she does. There it is. They widen a little, then darken with desire. Her mouth opens as her fingertip skims along the side of my breast, approaching my n****e oh so slowly.
My n****e hardens for her. She circles
