7. Gas Gauge

Rebecca confronts the truth: it’s not just her scent you crave anymore.

Friday, Afternoon

You were already on the floor when she walked in today.
Face clean. Heart racing. Mind ready.
Rebecca didn’t need to speak. Just stepped over you, turned, and sat.
Full weight. No hesitation.
The seat of her black leggings found your face like a magnet.
Warm. Sweat-slick. Familiar.
The scent hit fast - rich with the heat of the day, thicker than usual. Her cheeks clung tighter than ever.
She leaned forward, planting her elbows on her knees, relaxed.
“Missed me today?” she asked softly, glancing back over her shoulder.
You nodded. Or tried to.
She giggled.
Then - casually - she said it:
“So… about Hannah the other day.”
Your breath caught.
Rebecca didn’t move.
“She was, what, here for twenty minutes? Sat on the couch for, like, ten of them?”
Still no shift.
You tensed slightly.
“And in that tiny window, she lets out a cute little ‘brrrrrp’, and…”
Her hips shifted just enough to grind her cheeks across your face, smearing the scent deeper.
“...Oh. Look at that… You’re rock hard under me just talking about it.”
You froze, betrayed by your own body’s honesty.
Rebecca smiled.
“Thought I wouldn’t notice, huh?”
She rocked gently against you - not grinding, just moving her weight, keeping you buried. Kept talking like it was a casual chat over dinner.
“It’s not just me, is it?”
“You liked hers too.”
You didn’t answer.
She leaned backwards slightly, pressing herself more firmly against your face.
“Be honest.”
A beat.
Then, muffled:
“…Yeah.”
She laughed - soft and smug.
“Knew it.”
You could feel the air go heavy.
And then she said it - the real line. The one that shifted everything:
“Should I tell her?”
You twitched beneath her.
She noticed.
“Think she’d sit on you, too?”
Her voice was playful. But her weight didn’t lift.
“If I asked her nicely… if I said it was harmless…”
You were dizzy now - high on sweat and scent and the pressure of her hips against your sinuses.
“…you’d let her, wouldn’t you?”
And you didn’t say a word.
Because you both already knew the answer.
Rebecca rocked her hips slightly. Settled her cheeks down one last time.
Then, softly - sweetly -
pfft.
A little airy release.
She didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease.
Just stayed there a moment longer.
Letting the idea settle.
Letting you breathe it in.