This takes place seven years after the other epilogue, meaning that Isabella and Lynnex are in their mid twenties.

Warning: Slight Smut, Cnc (Consensual non-consent)

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Isabella's POV

Seven Years Later.

"We'll keep in contact" a woman who appears to be in her early fifties informs me with a bright smile

I politely return her smile as the both of us rise from our seats.

The woman is quick to hold her hand out for me to shake, which I do before swiftly exiting her office.

I have been crazy busy with job interviews these last couple of  weeks.

I recently graduated from college with degrees in Bachelor of Business Administration and Master of Business Administration.

In total I have done six years of college.

I cannot express how happy I am to finally be done with school in general.

My mother suggested that I take them so that I can at least be qualified to get a job at our family business if all else doesn't work out the way I hope it does.

Speaking of family business, Aurelia has done an incredible job running the place, at least from what I saw.

She never allows me to be in there for more than a few minutes for 'security purposes'.

Honestly, I understand half of the nonsense that comes out of her mouth.

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"Babe, I'm home!" I yell as I shut the door close behind me

I do not immediately get a response which makes me frown, but I just brush it off.

I hang my jacket up on the hook by the door and slide my snow boots off before making my way towards the kitchen.

Lynnex and I have been living in the cabin for a few years now.

My mother was kind enough to end up renting it out for us until we decided to get our own apartment.

Before Lynnex and I even moved into the cabin I made sure to buy a brand new bed.

What?

There is no telling how many people slept on that thing.

Or did other things on there......

Okay, now I'm grossing myself out.

It does not take me long to enter the kitchen where I soon find my girlfriend angrily pacing the kitchen.

"What do you mean I have to go in today?!" The light blue haired girl yells into her cellphone

Ah, there's my firecracker!

She still has the hidden rainbow in her hair but she dyed the previously silver-ish section of her hair a light blue.

She says that it is because she is in a new stage of life.

Lynnex works at a fashion studio.

She loves her job, but hates her hours.

At first she asked for flexible hours, which they took for granted.

When she confronted them about it they said that they were 'unable to fulfill her request'.

Her hours variate from four in the morning to eleven thirty at night.

The only reason why she hasn't quit is because of the pay.

She gets paid fifteen dollars to thirty five dollars an hour.

I silently enter the kitchen but she is too distracted yelling at her coworker to notice me.

"I've been home for a total of five hours! I deserve a break!" She yells

I am quick wrap my arms around her waist which momentarily shocks her.

It takes her a few moments before she leans back against my chest, still tense with anger and frustration.

I place a small peck on the back of her neck which causes her to elicit a labored breath of air.

I smirk at this reaction from her.

"Lazy?! I'm not lazy! I haven't slept in two fucking days because I've constantly been prioritizing Natalie's busy work!" She yells again

Natalie, her manipulative boss.

I personally think that she let a few too many compliments get to her head.

Her ego is bigger than an obnoxious frat guy's.

I begin to slowly lead my girlfriend over towards a random barstool as she continues to yell at the woman.

"I'm not bragging!" She practically explodes

I push her down onto the plastic seat and she adjusts herself so that she is comfortable.

"Fine," she finally agrees, tired of yelling

"I hope you lose a finger in a sewing accident!" She venomously shouts one last time before hanging up

I furrow my eyebrows at her statement.

Um, Is that even possible?

"Well, I see that your day was eventful" I joke

She rolls her eyes at this observation.

"I went in at five this morning and got off at two this afternoon yet they still don't think that was long enough!" She frustratedly rants

I hum, letting her know that I'm listening.

"I'm one of the hardest workers there! No, I am the hardest worker there!" She continues heatedly

I gently rest my hands on her lower thighs and carefully squat down in between her legs, my eyes coming face to face with her nether regions.

She notices this and ceases anxiously bouncing her leg so that I do not lose my accidentally balance.

"If it wasn't for me none of them would have any clue what was going on" she states, slowly beginning to calm down

I hum again, using the pads of my thumbs to gently massage her lower inner thigh area.

This action causes her to clutch the bottom edge of her dress in a tight grasp.

I raise an eyebrow at this.

She never does that.

"You wish they would appreciate you more?" I theorize

I slowly glide my hands up until they reach her mid thigh area and begin to massage her inner thighs there.

She hums.

"Exactly!" She exclaims, moving her hands so that they are resting on the kitchen island behind her

Lynnex stretches her back so that it curves against the back of the barstool and the edge of the island.

Oh.

This sudden movement causes her dress to slowly inch up until it stops at her upper thighs, just barely reaching her hips.

Holy-

My brown-green eyes widen when they land on her panties.

My best friend is wearing a pair of thin, red, lacy underwear.

Wha-

H-How was she able to comfortably wear those all day?!

Especially under a dress of all things!

Was she not afraid of her dress riding up and exposing everything underneath it.

"I just wish that they would appreciate me more" she says

As she sits up her thighs open up a little wider.

Oh wow.

If I wasn't aware that I was in love with women before then I definitely do now.

I go to compliment her only to be cut off by her cellphone ringing again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Lynnex exclaims with heavy irritation

I chuckle at this reaction from her, slyly resting my cheek on the side of her knee.

She is quick to reach for her phone and answer the call.

"What?" The blue haired girl practically hisses

I smirk at this, trying my hardest not to laugh.

I love having a girlfriend who resembles a chipmunk when angry.

I hear a bit of indistinct yelling from the other side of her phone.

"Well, how the fuck is that my problem?!" She yells back

I mentally sigh with boredom.

I am truly shocked that she hasn't lost her voice from all of this yelling.

I block out her yelling and turn my head so that my lips touch her lower, inner thigh.

I carefully pucker said lips, leaving a small peck on the soft skin.

She has a faint smell of coconut wafting off of her skin, most likely from her body wash .

I quickly begin to trail slow, delicate pecks up the distracted girl's thigh.

I am in heaven.

I am in between two very soft thighs that resemble stress balls.

Honestly, I could stay here for the rest of my life.

I hear the brown eyed girl's breath hitch the slightest bit but she ultimately continues to ignore me, yelling at her boss' assistant.

Wow.

She is really frustrated.

I guess that I have to speed things up before she says something that she doesn't mean.

I reluctantly pull my face away from her thighs and bring my hands up to her hips.

I slyly slip my fingers up under the bunched fabric and hook them underneath the waistband of her red lace panties.

My hands are gentle as they drag the surprisingly soft material down her bare legs, making the quick decision to blindly throw them onto the counter behind Lynnex.

I adjust my body so that I am now one hundred percent comfortable in a kneeling position versus a squatting one.

I want to enjoy this.

Preferably without any bodily cramps.

Though that is easier said than done.

I tuck my brunette hair behind my ears before leaning forward and licking a line through my best friend's pussy.

Mhm.

I can never get enough of her!

My tongue movements are quick but my strokes are long, sort of like kitten licks.

I do this for a few moments, my girlfriend too riled to focus on pleasure.

"H-Hey, I'm b-busy," Lynnex interrupts the yelling lady on the other line as she is suddenly hit with a familiar feeling

I try not to smirk at her body which is steadily relaxing in the barstool seat.

I am not even sure that she is aware of this.

"I'll see you in five minutes" she quickly rushes out before hanging up

As soon as the line goes dead she releases a labored breath and leans back in her seat.

Oh.

So she wants to be quiet today.

I smile against her lower lips and pull away so that I can look up at her face.

"You do realize that your job is forty minutes away with traffic?" I question her

She groans at this.

Lynnex blindly grabs my head, burying her fingernails into my scalp, and roughly shoving my head back into her sex.

Wow.

Okay.

Well someone is needy.

"Stop talking" she breathlessly demands

Complying with the horny girl's orders I begin my gentle ministrations on her bundle of nerves which almost immediately causes her to further melt in front of me.

"Oh my goodness" she sighs and brings one hand up to comb the front of her hair back, the other hand holding my hair back while simultaneously shoving my head into her vagina

This action from her causes wetness to pool in my panties.

Ugh.

I love it when she is rough!

As I continue to slowly drag my pink tongue against her bundle of nerves in long movements she suddenly begins to move her hips in sync with my tongue.

I have to physically stop myself from masturbating at the visuals.

"Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness" she repeatedly whispers more so to herself as she continues to practically ride my face, her pre-cum smearing all over my chin

I moan at this which vibrates against her lower lips.

I quickly bring my hands up from my side to help further pleasure my girlfriend.

I use one of my hands to push her thighs wider while the other one snakes its way up her dress to play with one of her bulbous breasts.

I am pretty sure this is the things that sets her over the edge.

Almost no time passes at all before my girlfriend spontaneously jerks her hips up and brings one of her shaky hands down to rub her swollen clit in large circles.

I raise a curious eyebrow at the woman after she makes an indistinguishable squeak, her thighs beginning to shake even harder.

Something in me urges me to pinch her nipple.

So I do.

"Oh my fucking god!" She practically praises

She is quick to throw her head back, grabbing my head and pulling it closer towards her saturated sex.

So close in fact that she accidentally cuts off my air supply.

Mhm.

Paradise.

I gently run my cramping tongue through her swollen folds a few more times, cleaning her up, only to have her push my head away from over sensitivity.

I silently chuckle at her.

Even when she is at the brink of intense pleasure she is still undeniably, irrevocably cute.

I lick my lips clean as she sighs and relaxes, her hand still resting in her hair.

"You- need to- give me head- before work more" she gasps out, pausing in between every other work

I laugh at her suggestion.

We do this often.

She will be yelling with her boss' assistant on the phone and I'll sneak my way in and give her head.

You know, to help relax her nerves.

The first time I did it we had a talk afterwards and she happily encouraged me to do it more often.

So I went from not doing it at all to doing it twice a week.

I guess twice a week isn't enough and she wants me to do it more often.

I swear, it's like her sex drive has changed since she moved out of her parents house.

"We'll see," I elude

As Lynn sits upright in her seat I stand up from my kneeling position, having to stretch my legs a bit due to me being in that position for several minutes.

Lynnex briefly glances at the clock before hopping off the barstool, grabbing her underwear and making a beeline towards the bathroom.

I grab a paper towel, wet it a little and use it to wipe the cum off of my chin.

After wiping my face, I make my way over towards the fridge and open the door, staring at all of the food with a quizzical facial expression.

What do I want to eat?

Besides my girlfriend, again.

My brown-green eyes slowly scan through the cold box before stopping on a plate of wedding cake.

I smile as I take the cake from the fridge.

Lynnex and I were bored and crashed a wedding three weeks just for the food.

What?

They had amazing food and it was free!

Luckily, my mother was friends with a guest there so I recognized someone when things ultimately went south.

I lucked out on that one.

Ah.

That was a good day.

I grab a plastic fork and take a bite of the cake, instantly getting flashbacks of that day.

Lynnex chooses this moment to walk out the bathroom looking beautiful as she always does.

"Are you from Tennessee?" I teasingly question

My girlfriend stops across from me on the other side of the island and glares at me, silently daring me to finish my sentence.

"Because you're the only ten I see" I cockily smirk

She rolls her eyes at me, grabbing her sunglasses and slipping them over her eyes.

"I didn't know I was dating a frat boy" she teases me

It is my turn to roll my eyes as I offer her some cake.

She sexily sashays her way over towards me.

Once she reaches me she grabs ahold of my fork and takes a bite of said cake.

She nods and hums at the taste.

As she swallows the cake her phone begins to go off again.

"I have to go, I love you babe" she bids me with an endearing tone of voice

My heart melts at this.

She tilts her head to the side and leans in for a kiss.

I meet her in the middle, smiling at her when we break apart.

"I love you too," I promise her with just as much love in my voice

My girlfriend retreats away from me so that she can go to work.

Sometimes I wish that she didn't work so hard.

"Round two after work?" I suggest

She grabs her purse and cellphone, declining the ringing mobile.

"Of course, if I'm still alive that is" she jokes

I barely hold in my laughter as I take another bite of my cake.

Wow.

This is some good cake.

Lynnex's are better though.

The end.

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Yes, this is the last chapter/epilogue of this book.

If you're curious, no Isabella doesn't get the job.

This chapter is a little all of the place due to me being exhausted from studying for finals.

Anyways, Haley's story is coming in a week of two.

I can't wait to see you over there(:

If you have any questions I'll try to answer them here.