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делении. “Good girl.” | heard her breathe
in deeply, inhaling me. “Your pussy is very
wetness into my thighs. CHAPTER FOUR
She swallowed him eagerly, expertly, and
he moved his fingers then over my cheek,
to my lips, rubbing them, letting me lick his
fingers, suck them. That sensation alone
rolled back slightly, his body shaking a
little. He grabbed Sarah's hair then, pulling
her back like he’d pulled me, and pressed
me toward him. | was less sure, but hungry,
and sucked him hard, liking the feeling of
him moving in my mouth, the warm flood of
laughed. The fire was warming me outside,
flushed. “You trying to get me drunk?” Tim,
her name mentioned and whenever he
around, they faced off rather coolly, the
tension between them palpable. He would
always make some comment as we left—
often loud enough for her to hear him—
“That one’s trouble.” | shrugged it off and
love is blind. “Me and Tim...” | gulped some
more wine, my eyes watering. Everyone
always assumed we were an item, like we
were one thing, one mind, one entity. Not
separate from me... although | wondered if
hottie.” “Oh." | rubbed my thigh. It hurt.
“Erotic poetry at that,” | offered with an evil
grin. Sarah shot me a withering look and |
stuck my tongue out at her. “Please...” |
pleaded. "Look at те," he insisted, and |
saw her hesitate, perhaps not wanting to
pull herself out or give herself over. “Sarah,
nodded, their eyes locked. He had nearly
stopped now, just barely moving into her. |
was three feet away and | felt the energy
between them, the deep connection, and |
ached for it. God, | wanted him to touchme,
fuckme, look atme, lookthrough me andinto
Margaret from Our Holy Virginity.” She
laughed then, shaking her head.
head tucked in under her chin, resting on
the softness of her breast. "Not gonna
happen.” Sarah snorted. “Besides, work
relationships are bad news. | tried to be
grasp. Okay, fine, so she wasn't going to
say anything. | stood up, pulled the blanket
around me, and went to step around her.
She touched my thigh and | stopped,
looking down the waterfall of blanket,
seeing her arm disappearing at the wrist
underneath it, feeling the warmth of her
palm on my thigh, not grasping, not
stroking, just a solid, gentle pressure telling
Again, silence. | waited, hopeful. "| bet you
are.” She smiled, her eyes still closed.
“You're beautiful," she said softly. He met
my eyes and the power of what | saw there
made me weaker and more afraid than I'd
been a few minutes ago during the storm. |
flushed with anticipation and he smiled, his
eyes even darker, wolfish in their sudden
huddling against the door, jealous and
could get, to this warm and intimate
distance between us was immeasurable. A
thunderclap later, | realized, the actual
distance was just a tug and slide across the
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her to make me forget the idea of staying
home. Each day found me closer and yet
further away from her. We continued to
have our play dates, as | liked to call them.
Ah, what my mother might have said if
she'd known | would transform the phrase
she used in reference to the scheduled
times I'd gone to play with friends when |
sticky, sweaty, sex sessions | was having
new discovery, a different experience.
Sarah didn't ask me about my sex life with