GB96 s2 - You did that

The sex was good. The morning after isn’t. It’s the most intensely awkward experience of your life, and the sense of relief after Ellen takes off is like a drink of water for a dying person. Stef trying not to act horny. You trying to be cool. Ellen trying to stop blushing. It could’ve been worse. She could’ve slipped away in the middle of the night or something.

The relief doesn’t last. As Stef fucks you from behind in the shower, twisting your boob in her hand, gripping your hip and biting your shoulder as she unloads inside you, you don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to know that it’s not you she’s thinking about. Maybe it’s Ellen or last night. Or that blonde.

“Fuck,” she mutters under the water, clinging to you and groaning. A minute later she’s shampooing her hair while you’re blocked from the water and still standing there with an erection and her cum dripping down your thighs.

There won’t be any professional clothes today, but you and Stef are used to wearing each other’s clothes. It’s another brutally hot one, and there’s sweat before you even get to the shop. Looking amazingly chipper, Stef gets to work while you try to get caught up. You aren’t seriously hung over from last night, but you had just enough that you don’t feel completely sharp. But you do your job.

You were planning to run home for lunch, just to get a moment to yourself, but Stef wants to go to the diner. You leave Mr. Gibson underneath a Jeep and drive into town. It’s not unusual for Stef to want sweets after a night like that. You aren’t sure what’s up with that, but this is how she is. She wants pie.

You are a little self-conscious about your sweaty clothes, and Stef seems completely unaware that she’s wearing dirty coveralls with the top off and wrapped around her waist, her oil-stained undershirt on display with no bra. But this is Gurlberg. Nobody cares. You sit at the counter to eat a club sandwich while Stef wolfs down two pieces of cherry pie in quick succession, gulping Mountain Dew.

“That was fun,” she remarks eventually, and there’s no need for setup or context. She’s talking about last night with Ellen. The double pleasure of feeling like kids again and getting her rocks off seems to have left her in a good place.

You aren’t so sure about yourself, but trying to explain that to Stef won’t get you anywhere. At least, not on a day like this. Maybe you overstepped by doing that for Ellen. Or to her, depending on how you look at it. No, that’s not it. You’re just afraid that you’re screwing things up even worse with Stef. You can’t get mad about her looking at other girls when you urged her into a situation like that. And you started this, not her.

“Carla?” she says, noticing your expression. Even that bothers you. Why can’t she call you something else? Baby? Babe? Sweetheart? You aren’t picky. “You OK?”

“Yeah,” you say, making yourself eat a couple of French fries.

Gurlberg’s tiny movie theater is directly across the street. You’ve been wanting to see that Nicholas Cage movie with Sean Connery in it. It’s not exactly a romantic date, but Stef isn’t going to ask you. You have to ask her.

You turn, absently sort of reaching out, perhaps to touch her arm, but she immediately pulls away. She’s not avoiding you, she’s just noticed something outside. You look to see the blonde walk past the window.

Then into the diner. She’s almost as showstopping in her denim skirt and tube top as she was in her bathing suit, but today she’s going easy with a ponytail and lots of bracelets. Her wedges clunk a bit on the tiles.

There’s a hint of perfume to mingle with the smell of oil and body odor from Stef as she breezes past you both, going to a booth at the rear of the diner. A paperback novel comes out of her purse, but before she can open it, she’s being handed a menu.

You and Stef both stare. You can’t blame her for that. Even you would stare if she wasn’t.

But you would not stand up the way that Stef is. You watch in disbelief as she stands there, indecisive. The waitress walks away. Stef snatches up her napkin, wipes her mouth, gives you a strange look, then goes to talk to the blonde.