WHAT IF WE JUST LEFT ?
What if we just left?
Since that night when everything shifted between us, I had moved into Bella’s little apartment. Which suited my mother just fine for her torrid nights with Alexandre. It wasn’t really a couple — no promises, no chains. We loved each other, but we respected each other’s desires. No jealousy, only that burning complicity that never went out.
It was late July. I was working in a big toy store for the summer season. The job was easy, well paid… but the boss’s son, Simon, had decided to make my life hell. He kept sticking to me, touching me, finding a thousand excuses to end up behind me. At first, I thought it would stop. But three days ago, he had flat-out pulled his dick out in the stockroom to “show me what I was missing.” And today it got worse: I was squatting down to stock shelves when he came up behind me, brushed against me, and suddenly I felt something warm dripping onto my ass. He had just come on me.
I shot up and slapped him so hard it silenced the whole aisle. Of course, I was the one summoned to the office. Result: fired on the spot. But with a “bonus” so I’d shut up and not file a complaint.
When I got home, I told Bella everything, down to the last detail. She listened, half-shocked, half-turned-on by my anger. Then she smiled — that smile that always means trouble.
— Since you’ve got time now… and a little cash… and I can free myself too… What if we just left?
— Left where?
— Greece. Two weeks. The Cyclades. You’ve always dreamed of it. The sun, the islands, the warm sea… and not a single asshole to breathe down your neck.
It was decided before I even answered.
We made the decision in ten minutes. Bella grabbed her phone to look up flights, and I was already dragging out the old dented suitcase from under her bed.
— What do we pack? she asked, opening her closet.
— The bare minimum, but… sexy vacation version.
She started throwing tiny bikinis onto the bed, light dresses that wouldn’t survive ten minutes in the wind, and a pile of lingerie she wanted “just in case.” I chose two swimsuits, a couple of shorts, and tops I’d never wear at work… but there, yes.
Soon enough, packing turned into a pretext. Bella, in her panties, tried on every piece to “check” if I liked it. A skimpy white thong, a bra that hid nothing, a mini-skirt that rode up as soon as she moved… I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of her walking like that on a Greek harbor.
— And the essentials? she added, bending down to the bottom drawer.
She opened it with a mischievous grin: inside, her personal arsenal. A pale pink vibrator, a shiny plug, a strap-on I hadn’t seen before, and… a whole box of condoms.
— Do we take everything? I laughed.
— We take everything, yes. You never know.
We slipped in a few vials of massage oil, a vanilla-scented lube, and a toy I’d bought on a whim but never dared to use.
In an hour, our bags were packed. And me, just at the thought of spending fifteen days with her, in the sun, with no limits… I was already wet.
The next day, late afternoon, we were at the airport. I was dragging my dented suitcase behind me, Bella rolling hers like she was off to conquer the world. The fading light streamed through the vast glass walls, casting everything in a golden, unreal glow. The air smelled of burnt coffee and overpriced perfume.
— We’re really doing this, Bella whispered, sliding her hand onto my hip.
— Oh yes. And I’ve got the feeling this won’t be a very restful vacation.
— Promise, I’ll wear you out.
Check-in went smoothly, then came security. Two lines: men to the left, women to the right. Bella got through quickly, flashing her disarming smile. Me, I was stopped by the officer.
A petite brunette with cropped hair and a fitted uniform. She gestured me into a side box.
— Random check, miss, she said.
She asked me to spread my legs slightly. Her hands slid down my thighs, back up my hips, then inside. No hurry. Her palm brushed the spot my skirt didn’t hide. I held back a shiver. She pretended to check my back, but her hand lingered on my ass in a way that wasn’t professional at all.
— You can go, she said with the faintest smile.
Bella was waiting, leaning against a post.
— Did you get the special treatment?
— Looks like it…
— You’re wet, admit it.
I didn’t answer.
On the plane, we had two seats together by the window. The flight was full, noisy at first. A family with two kids sat right behind us, the father on the aisle. Tall, scruffy beard, shirt half open.
As soon as the safety briefing was over, Bella pulled a small blanket from her bag and spread it over our laps.
— How about we pass the time… she murmured.
Her hand slipped under the blanket, found my thigh, and climbed slowly. My muscles tensed. She caressed the inside, brushed the edge of my panties, then slipped beneath. Her fingers found my clit, teasing it in circles. I bit my lip, pressed against the window.
— Bella, stop, they’ll see us.
The father behind… I noticed on her second stroke. He leaned forward slightly, peering through the gap between the seats. His gaze fixed on us. A second later, I heard the faint friction of his hand on his pants.
Bella quickened her rhythm, and I spread my legs just enough for him to see. Heat surged through me, my breath faster. Under the blanket, her fingers grew more insistent, alternating slow and firm. The steady hum of the plane muffled our breaths.
I arched a little, my knee bumping the seat in front. Behind, his arm tensed more. I imagined him jerking himself hard, right there. Our eyes met for a split second.
Bella whispered in my ear:
— Do you want him to see you come?
I nodded.
— Bella… mmmh.
She gripped my thigh, pushed me over the edge until the orgasm ripped through me. I buried my face in her shoulder, moaning softly, just enough for him to hear. Behind us, the father’s breathing hitched, then silence.
We curled up against each other, still panting, as the sky outside turned violet beyond the window. The flight had only just begun… and I was already aching to land.
