Girl Talk (June 30, 2015)
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bluetigerpinkbunnyTitle: Girl Talk
Author: kira
Prompt: The other (wo)man
Words: 700
Summary: Greta wonders who’s who when it comes to her relationship with Amber… and Bernd
Author’s Note: Thanks to Kat for helping me word things in a more “Greta-like” way. By the way, Amber & Greta are Kat's; I'm just playing with them.
Greta lay in bed with her head pillowed on Amber’s naked bosom. She idly played with her girlfriend’s breast while Amber drew lazy circles on her back. Greta rolled the tiny nub of flesh between her fingers, occasionally tweaking it. She chuckled when Amber pressed her thighs together and squirmed, moaning softly. She suddenly stopped what she was doing, her girlfriend whining wordlessly.
Amber sighed. “What’s the matter?” It was not like Greta to start something and abruptly stop.
“Nothing…” Greta said in German.
“Greta.”
It was Greta’s turn to sigh. “I was wondering if I’m the ‘other woman’ or he is.”
Amber frowned. “Hunh?”
“Your little friend, fuck buddy, boyfriend, whatever you call him, Bernd.”
“Hunh?” Amber was thoroughly confused. She and Greta had been enjoying a pleasant little romp between the sheets, and Bernd had been making himself scarce just like he had promised. “Greta, is something wrong? Did Bernd say anything to you? Or Didi? Or Vati?”
“No. Didi and I have been working on his German, and the old man and I like to talk about the ‘old country’,” she said, carefully avoiding mention of Amber’s boyfriend.
“Did Bernd say something to you?”
“No, although, he did ask me about my movies and when the next one was coming out. I told him when I go home; I’ll get him a copy and mail it to him.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Despite what he says, Amber, I don’t think he’s very happy I’m here.” She frowned. “I feel like I’m helping you cheat on him, and yet, I feel like when you’re together with him, you’re cheating on me, sort of, and… I don’t know. It’s all so confusing.”
“Oh.” Amber cupped her cheek, titling Greta’s face up to look at her. “No one’s cheating on anyone. When we were younger, Bernd promised me I could have ‘all the pussy I wanted.’ Yes, he’s clingy, but he tries.” She sighed.
“I think that’s why I feel so, I don’t know, funny?” she said. “He’s a nice guy-”
“Is that why you bully him?” Amber teased, softening her words with a smile.
“No.” Greta laughed. “I do that so his balls will finally drop and he’ll tell me off.”
Amber laughed. “Yeah, well, uh…”
Greta’s expression grew serious. “Amber, he’s sweet and he’s fragile and I don’t think he’s always on the same page you are when it comes to the two of you. I don’t want to hurt him, or see you get hurt because of me.”
“You’re not gonna hurt anyone.”
“If you say so.” Greta looked away and back. “He loves you very much,” she said softly.
“I know. I have the feeling he always has, that’s why he made that promise and even wrote it down in his diary.”
Greta laughed. “He had a diary? Please tell me it isn’t pink with a little lock on it!” She giggled.
“Ummm...”
“No!” Greta snorted with laughter.
“Please don’t tease him about it! He’ll kill me!”
“I won’t…” Greta chuckled. “Besides, he outgrew it a long time ago; there’s no use teasing him about it now.”
“Not exactly…”
“He still has a diary?!” Greta laughed. “You’re kidding! Right? Oh mien Gott!! I bet it’s still pink!!”
“Why don’t you get to know him and find out?’
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll steal him from you? I think he’d like dating a porn star. You certainly do.”
“Nah! And while I love dating you, and Bernd would probably get a kick out of dating you too, I know he’s not your type.”
“Who says I don’t like girly boys?” Greta smirked.
“No one, I just know he’s not your type because he’s got itty bitty titties!” Amber squeezed Greta’s breast as they laughed themselves silly.
When she could finally catch her breath, Greta said, “Okay, I’ll try my best to get to know him. But what if he doesn’t want to?”
“He will. Now where were we?” Amber moved so that she could kiss her.
“Here…” Greta murmured as she met her halfway. Slipping her hand between Amber’s thighs, she stroked her slick folds, the problem of Bernd and who was the other woman in this relationship forgotten…
Author: kira
Prompt: The other (wo)man
Words: 700
Summary: Greta wonders who’s who when it comes to her relationship with Amber… and Bernd
Author’s Note: Thanks to Kat for helping me word things in a more “Greta-like” way. By the way, Amber & Greta are Kat's; I'm just playing with them.
Greta lay in bed with her head pillowed on Amber’s naked bosom. She idly played with her girlfriend’s breast while Amber drew lazy circles on her back. Greta rolled the tiny nub of flesh between her fingers, occasionally tweaking it. She chuckled when Amber pressed her thighs together and squirmed, moaning softly. She suddenly stopped what she was doing, her girlfriend whining wordlessly.
Amber sighed. “What’s the matter?” It was not like Greta to start something and abruptly stop.
“Nothing…” Greta said in German.
“Greta.”
It was Greta’s turn to sigh. “I was wondering if I’m the ‘other woman’ or he is.”
Amber frowned. “Hunh?”
“Your little friend, fuck buddy, boyfriend, whatever you call him, Bernd.”
“Hunh?” Amber was thoroughly confused. She and Greta had been enjoying a pleasant little romp between the sheets, and Bernd had been making himself scarce just like he had promised. “Greta, is something wrong? Did Bernd say anything to you? Or Didi? Or Vati?”
“No. Didi and I have been working on his German, and the old man and I like to talk about the ‘old country’,” she said, carefully avoiding mention of Amber’s boyfriend.
“Did Bernd say something to you?”
“No, although, he did ask me about my movies and when the next one was coming out. I told him when I go home; I’ll get him a copy and mail it to him.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Despite what he says, Amber, I don’t think he’s very happy I’m here.” She frowned. “I feel like I’m helping you cheat on him, and yet, I feel like when you’re together with him, you’re cheating on me, sort of, and… I don’t know. It’s all so confusing.”
“Oh.” Amber cupped her cheek, titling Greta’s face up to look at her. “No one’s cheating on anyone. When we were younger, Bernd promised me I could have ‘all the pussy I wanted.’ Yes, he’s clingy, but he tries.” She sighed.
“I think that’s why I feel so, I don’t know, funny?” she said. “He’s a nice guy-”
“Is that why you bully him?” Amber teased, softening her words with a smile.
“No.” Greta laughed. “I do that so his balls will finally drop and he’ll tell me off.”
Amber laughed. “Yeah, well, uh…”
Greta’s expression grew serious. “Amber, he’s sweet and he’s fragile and I don’t think he’s always on the same page you are when it comes to the two of you. I don’t want to hurt him, or see you get hurt because of me.”
“You’re not gonna hurt anyone.”
“If you say so.” Greta looked away and back. “He loves you very much,” she said softly.
“I know. I have the feeling he always has, that’s why he made that promise and even wrote it down in his diary.”
Greta laughed. “He had a diary? Please tell me it isn’t pink with a little lock on it!” She giggled.
“Ummm...”
“No!” Greta snorted with laughter.
“Please don’t tease him about it! He’ll kill me!”
“I won’t…” Greta chuckled. “Besides, he outgrew it a long time ago; there’s no use teasing him about it now.”
“Not exactly…”
“He still has a diary?!” Greta laughed. “You’re kidding! Right? Oh mien Gott!! I bet it’s still pink!!”
“Why don’t you get to know him and find out?’
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll steal him from you? I think he’d like dating a porn star. You certainly do.”
“Nah! And while I love dating you, and Bernd would probably get a kick out of dating you too, I know he’s not your type.”
“Who says I don’t like girly boys?” Greta smirked.
“No one, I just know he’s not your type because he’s got itty bitty titties!” Amber squeezed Greta’s breast as they laughed themselves silly.
When she could finally catch her breath, Greta said, “Okay, I’ll try my best to get to know him. But what if he doesn’t want to?”
“He will. Now where were we?” Amber moved so that she could kiss her.
“Here…” Greta murmured as she met her halfway. Slipping her hand between Amber’s thighs, she stroked her slick folds, the problem of Bernd and who was the other woman in this relationship forgotten…
