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Day 32.
If you ask Grace, Anissa started it.
It had been a month since Anissa and Grace had sex. Nothing was wrong. They were still very much in love, but neither of them were willing to concede to the other in this ridiculously frustrating game they were wrapped in.
“Hey babe, can you help me really quick?” Anissa asked innocently as she walked into the living room, holding a bottle of lotion. Grace looked up from the notepad in her lap to see her naked girlfriend, staring at her.
“Uh, what, what do you need,” Grace stammered as Anissa walked closer. Grace threw her notepad onto the coffee table. She’d get back to her drawing later.
“Can you lotion my back?” Anissa asked with a pout, now standing in front of her girlfriend. “I can never reach.” Grace swallowed and stared at Anissa’s smooth skin. Her eyes jumped to Anissa’s breasts, then her face. Anissa handed her the bottle before she could answer.
“Okay,” she said finally as Anissa sat down on the couch, facing away from her. Grace shook the bottle and opened the lid, pouring some of the lotion into her hand.
“You haven’t asked me to do this in weeks, has your back just been dry this whole time,” Grace managed as she rubbed the lotion into her skin.
“Does it feel dry?” Anissa asked with a grin, looking over her shoulder. Grace shook her head as she continued to massage Anissa’s back. “Mm baby that feels so good.” Grace bit her lower lip and leaned forward. She pressed a soft kiss against the back of Anissa’s neck.
“Baby, you’re really killing me, you know that right,” Grace whispered. Anissa chuckled as Grace finished massaging her. She turned around to look at her girlfriend, stretching a leg over her lap.
“Then give up,” she said simply. “Give up so I can give it up.”
“I can’t,” Grace said through gritted teeth as Anissa laid down on the couch and stretched dramatically.
“I mean, you could,” Anissa sighed, letting her hands roam her own body. “But that would mean doing all the house chores for the next three months. Including-“
“Cooking and washing your car,” Grace squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that when she opened them again, Anissa would be fully clothed and not still teasing her. She opened her eyes. Nope. Still naked. And now she’s touching herself. Great.
“I see you still remember our terms,” Anissa smirked and closed her eyes. She moaned quietly as her hands drifted toward her breasts and massaged them gently. Grace held back a groan as she watched.
“You’re evil,” Grace said, exhaling a breath as she watched Anissa play with her nipples. Anissa laughed softly.
“You can touch me, that just means you lose,” Anissa said, opening her eyes. She stared at Grace as she stuck her thumb and pointer finger into her mouth, and pulled them out, covered in saliva. “You willing to lose another bet? Or are you just gonna enjoy the show?” Anissa moaned loudly as she rubbed her nipple with her slippery fingers. Graces jaw dropped, and she felt her mouth water as Anissa spread her legs.
“How am I so mad but so turned on at the same time,” Grace muttered, making Anissa laugh again. Anissa’s hand left her breast and trailed down her stomach.
“I miss you baby,” she said with a pout that almost made Grace forget the game they were playing. “Don’t you wanna touch me?” Graces mouth closed and she ground her teeth together, struggling not to touch Anissa, who’s hand was drifting further and further south.
“You better not,” Grace said in a voice so low Anissa could barely hear her. Maybe she didn’t, because a second later she had closed her eyes and begun stroking her clit slowly. Grace felt a whine begin to build in the back of her throat, and she squeezed her legs together in hopes of relief.
“The great thing about teasing yourself, is that the second you can’t stand it anymore, you can just give in,” Anissa said, moaning as she sunk two fingers into her pussy. “Fuck. God you don’t know how good this feels.” Grace could feel her cheeks and ears burning red as she watched Anissa finger herself desperately. She could smell the wetness between her legs, and let out a low growl.
“You are fucking killing me,” Grace panted. Anissa bit her lip and opened her eyes, staring into Graces as she touched herself.
“I’m so close,” Anissa moaned and arched off the couch. Grace could hear the sound of Anissa’s fingers pushing in and out of her wet pussy, and moaned against her better judgement. Being this close to her girlfriend and not touching her was driving her crazy, which of course, was Anissa’s plan. But she wouldn’t give in. There was no way she was cooking dinner for three months. Even if that meant watching helplessly as her girlfriend brought herself to climax.
“Fuck, Grace,” Anissa moaned loudly as her orgasm swept over her. Grace stared at her as she shivered slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she pulled her fingers out and rubbed them over her clit lazily.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Grace said, a heavy mix of turned on and annoyed. Anissa smiled.
“I needed that,” she said with a sigh before hopping off the couch and running to their bedroom. “Gotta get dressed!” Grace pouted and stared at the wet spot on the couch.
“You got the sofa wet!” she called to her girlfriend.
“You’re welcome!” Anissa replied cheerfully. Grace touched the wet spot, then groaned, crumbling to the floor.
“You’re killing me! You’re really killing me!” Grace whined. Anissa rolled her eyes as she walked back into the room, pulling her hoodie over her head.
“Yeah yeah,” She said, standing over her dramatic girlfriend. “What else is new?”