Chapter 291: Swatting Mosquitoes

[Chapter 291: Swatting Mosquitoes]

Julia went to San Francisco during the day for a business event. Since it wrapped up early, she didn't stay in town and took a flight back home. After a long day, Julia went to bed early.

After what felt like hours of sleep, she heard a noise at her bedroom door. Someone walked in. She thought it might be Elisabeth again sneaking into her bed, so she didn't mind -- until she noticed two figures stirring on the other side of her large bed. A sense of something being off crept in as she recognized the identity of the man.

Just as Julia felt annoyed at Elisabeth for her antics, she considered sneaking out while the two were distracted. However, before she could stealthily make her way to the edge of the bed, Eric's gaze caught her squarely.

They both froze and stared at each other.

"Come on, move! If you're not going to do anything, let go of me! I want to sleep. This is so uncomfortable!" Elisabeth complained from her position, nestled on the bed.

Realizing she had been spotted by Eric, Julia abandoned her plan to quietly escape. After all, the girl enjoying herself on the bed was unlikely to even notice her.

Things were going smoothly until that dastardly man reached over and caught her.

What was he up to?

Julia's eyes widened, filled with a mix of anxiety and... anticipation. Yet, instinct kicked in, and her body began struggling to break free. But mindful of Elisabeth, she couldn't make any sudden moves. After a few moments of cautious wriggling, she resigned herself to the situation. Though Eric couldn't see her, she shot him a furious glare.

Sensing Julia had calmed down, Eric resumed his gentle motions. Julia lay there, dumbfounded, listening to those incredibly embarrassing sounds emanating from the bed. Finally unable to resist the urge to escape again, she attempted to move, but felt her nightgown being yanked as she was flipped over onto the bed, the hem of her nightgown lifted. A large hand patted down in just the right spot, lifted high, then came crashing down.

Smack--

The sharp sound echoed. If Julia hadn't sensed what was coming, she likely would have cried out in pain.

You jerk, I'll get you for this!

Just as that thought crossed her mind, another unmerciful slap landed, sending a searing pain racing through her body. Strangely enough, despite the intensity of the atmosphere, Julia soon found her earlier resistance waning. She just lay there, completely vulnerable.

"What are you doing?" Elisabeth finally mumbled, her face buried in the pillow, slightly dazed, after the two slaps had echoed.

"Swatting mosquitoes," Eric murmured softly after stealing a glance at the now still woman beside him.

"Oh," Elisabeth replied, her mind still hazy. After some time, she thought she should probably buy some bug spray tomorrow.

After a while, Eric released Elisabeth and pulled a blanket over her, then moved over to embrace Julia. Though Elisabeth was already exhausted, she didn't realize anything was amiss; she quickly drifted back into sleep. Meanwhile, Julia, held closely by the man, breathed softly, her body betraying any trace of resistance. She let Eric tug down her nightgown, presenting her in an utterly shameful manner. She felt him press a small piece of cloth to her lips. Though she wasn't planning on making any sound, she obediently opened her mouth and accepted it...

...

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains into the bedroom. Elisabeth groggily opened her eyes and looked around. It suddenly dawned on her that she was in Julia's room. A flood of memories rushed back, prompting her to sit upright suddenly, but then she recalled Julia had gone to San Francisco yesterday.

Thank goodness, Elisabeth thought, relieved to see that Eric wasn't there. Her own clothes were neatly folded on the chair at the bedside. She grabbed her clothes, then hurried into the bathroom. After a considerable amount of time, Elisabeth finally dressed and padded downstairs barefoot.

Noises came from the kitchen, and a sweet smile crept onto Elisabeth's face.

That jerk actually had a conscience! At least he didn't leave without doing something nice and was making breakfast for her.

In a few steps, she reached the kitchen door and watched Julia preparing breakfast in her pajamas with her back turned. Elisabeth stood frozen for a moment until Julia sensed her presence and turned around.

"Uh, Julia, um..." Elisabeth stammered.

"What's up?" Julia asked curiously, her expression entirely neutral.

Elisabeth waved her hands in front of her chest, trying to find her words. "When did you get back?"

"Yesterday afternoon," Julia replied, turning back to crack an egg into a hot pan.

A wave of anxiety washed over Elisabeth, making her repeat the question, "Yesterday afternoon?!"

"Yeah," Julia turned her head to look at her and nodded.

Elisabeth felt her mind spiral into confusion. Could it be that everything she experienced yesterday had just been a dream?

No way, that's impossible! Eric had been too intense last night; she could still feel something unusual between her legs. It definitely wasn't a dream.

"Uh, Julia, did you..."

"Right next to you. That jerk finished with you and then came to mess with me," Julia said softly, wearing a calm expression.

It took Elisabeth a full minute to process before she finally exclaimed, "What the hell!"

Seemingly unfazed by Elisabeth's outburst, Julia plated a fried egg and asked, "Liz, do you want breakfast?"

If Eric's actions had driven Elisabeth crazy, Julia's reaction now sent her over the edge. "Julia, you... how can you still eat breakfast?!"

"Why not?" Julia filled a plate for herself and headed toward the dining room.

Elisabeth followed her inside, watching as Julia took her seat at the table and began to eat her toast and egg, one bite at a time.

A few minutes later, as Julia continued to gobble her food, tears suddenly began streaming down her face.

"Liz, I'm sick, and it's not getting better, boo-hoo..."

Seeing Julia in such despair made Elisabeth completely forget about their last night's encounter. She thought Julia must have received some terminal diagnosis with little time left. But after comforting her for a while, Julia finally began to explain what had happened.

"How can he do that? Let's go find that jerk! If he doesn't give us an explanation, this isn't over!"

It seemed the weight lifted a bit off Julia's shoulders after sharing her biggest secret. She reached out to grab Elisabeth's hand and said, "Liz, don't be like that. Honestly, this isn't entirely Eric's fault."

"Julia, after everything, you still defend him? You're really disappointing me."

Julia shook her head. "No, I've talked to him about this. He wants me to recover too. It's been so long, and I thought I was over it. But last night... he slapped me twice, and I realized I had lost all urge to resist. Instead, it felt like something I had been waiting for."

"Swatting... mosquitoes?" Elisabeth's mouth twitched as she recalled the night's details.

Julia's cheeks flushed, and she nodded.

"What do you plan to do?" Elisabeth finally asked.

Julia shook her head. "I don't know. I wish I did."

"I think you should talk to Eric again."

Julia shook her head vigorously like a bobblehead. "No, no, no! I can't face him right now. The moment I see him, I just..."

"I'll go find him," Elisabeth stood up abruptly but was pulled back by Julia.

"Please don't. That'll only make things awkward."

After pondering for a moment, Elisabeth slumped back down.

The two sat side by side on the sofa, sitting in silence for a while, until Elisabeth finally broke it. "Actually, Julia, this is all my fault. If I hadn't brought him back..."

Julia pulled a tissue from the box in her lap to wipe her face and, hearing Elisabeth say that, couldn't help but laugh, teasing, "You were quite the flirt in bed! I can't believe everything that came out of your mouth -- it made me blush."

Julia's comment immediately jogged Elisabeth's memory back to the awkward events of the previous night.

Her expression went through a range of emotions. Although she hadn't said much in the bedroom yesterday, thinking back now, it was all quite embarrassing, especially since Julia had heard everything: "You clearly saw us go in! Why didn't you just run away?"

"I considered it, but that guy caught me and slapped me a couple of times, and I didn't have the strength to leave."

"Now I see it; you secretly wanted that too. That's why you went along with it."

Julia quickly shook her head. "I didn't!"

"Still denying it?" Elisabeth lunged at Julia, wrestling her onto the sofa.

Julia wasn't about to back down and playfully fought back. Soon, both women found themselves in a tangle of limbs, breathless and disheveled. They accidentally ended up on the couch, faces just inches apart, the air between them palpable.

"Julia, when you went to San Francisco, did you meet anyone?"

"Hmm," Julia blinked rapidly, appearing confused.

"I mean, did you meet any women?" Elisabeth asked. And upon seeing Julia's expression shift subtly, she couldn't help but lean in, part her lips, and kiss her.

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