6. Mid-Sit Intrusion

Rebecca’s usual routine is interrupted… by someone louder, brattier, and riper.

Tuesday, Afternoon

It had become habit.
Rebecca would come home, drop her bag, and climb onto your face like it was nothing.
No teasing. No conversation. Just leggings, scent, and weight.
Today was no different - at first.
She came in, hair up, face glowing from her usual afternoon shift. Same black leggings, now damp around the waistband and clinging between the cheeks from the heat. You were already waiting, lying on the floor, knowing your place.
She stepped over you, turned, and sat.
Her cheeks sealed around your nose perfectly - cotton soaked with the familiar cocktail of sweat and routine. You inhaled without thinking. Your eyes fluttered closed.
Then the doorbell rang.
She didn’t move.
You stayed buried.
After a moment, she sighed and shifted off you - slower than necessary, letting the seat of her leggings drag across your face like a teasing wipe.
“I guess I owe you later,” she whispered with a smirk, before getting up to answer the door.
You lay there dazed, unfulfilled.
And then:
“Hey babe!” came a voice. Bright. Feminine. Slightly shrill with enthusiasm.
Hannah.
Rebecca’s old uni friend.
She had the kind of energy that hit before the door even closed behind her. Her two-toned hair, a playful mix of warm brown and sunkissed blonde, was tied into a high, chaotic ponytail that bounced with every exaggerated gesture. A rebellious curl clung to her flushed cheek as she grinned, breathless from the bike ride over. Her oversized pink hoodie was several sizes too big, swallowing her arms and torso, but the tight black spandex shorts beneath left no mystery to the shape of her thighs - strong, pale, and just a little scuffed.
Her brown eyes sparkled with bratty intention, her foot already tapping some rhythm she’d never explain. She didn’t ask for permission to belong in a space. She just did.
Like serotonin with legs. And an ass that knew exactly what it was doing.
She looked like someone who belonged everywhere, including here - a walking energy spike with zero filter and zero shame.
You stayed on the floor, sitting up now, though. Pretending to scroll your phone. Trying to stay invisible.
They chatted. Rebecca poured water. Hannah kicked her shoes off as she sat draped onto the couch - the same one you would usually claim. Not this time. She sat heavy. Loud. Legs spread. Her shorts rode high.
You weren’t even looking her way when it happened.
brrrrrp.
Muffled. Casual.
A little vibration against the couch cushion. Not aggressive - but definitely audible from this close.
You froze.
So did Rebecca - just for a beat.
Then Hannah laughed.
“Ugh, that hummus wrap is not sitting right,” she groaned, grabbing her stomach dramatically.
Hannah had eaten on the way over. A quick vegetarian wrap before her visit.
Rebecca snorted. “You’re a menace.”
But you?
You were locked in place.
Because as Hannah stood to leave, the scent followed.
Warm. Herbal. Sharp.
A faint cloud of her. Floating in the air, hanging behind her as she passed.
She didn’t notice.
Didn’t even look at you.
Just leaned over and hugged Rebecca goodbye.
“Catch you again tomorrow, babe!”
And just like that - she was gone.
Rebecca looked down at you. Then smiled - amused, smug, knowing.
“Looks like someone beat me to it.”
She walked off, hips swaying, leaving you there on the floor, head spinning.