as Layla simultaneously lowered her pussy onto Tara's waiting mouth, and her own mouth to Tara's waiting pussy. Both women fell utterly silent outside of their gasping breaths and relentless licking. Tara came first, finding Layla amazingly effective at licking her clit. Then, the act of enthusiastically tasting the gorgeous woman's juices triggered Layla's shuddering, screaming orgasm, and they both spiraled down from a brink they'd never known before, together.
Three Months Later
W hat began as an extremely dangerous, very rare, secret affair soon became comfortable. Seth became increasingly involved in drugs which made Layla feel her chances of a safe, clean break were diminished. But, his constant running around and spending less and less time with Layla made it easier for the two women to be together. So, what once had been extremely nervous making became second nature. They became less and less afraid of being caught, until eventually they were completely confident that their secret was safe from a strung out loser who was never around.
There came a one week break in Victim Unknown's touring schedule where they would all be allowed some free time back in L.A. Layla and Tara were thrilled to finally be able to spend some quiet time alone on their home turf, doing the things they wanted to; as lovers. Once Layla and Seth arrived at their house, he quickly dumped his luggage inside the front door, showered, changed into clubbing attire, and told her not to wait up.
It kind of made her laugh how much this once would have upset her. But she didn't give a second thought to where he might be going and instead phoned Tara.
"Hey," Layla purred. "Come spend the night with me."
There was an awkward pause. "Um, are you sure that's a good idea, Lay?"
Layla laughed. "Well sure, why wouldn't it be? He's already gone. He won't be home."
"Well, why don't you just come over here, just to be safe?"
Layla knew she was worried about being caught. But, it would be a lot more detrimental for Seth to happen to return home and find Layla not home, than it would be for him to find her best friend asleep in the spare bedroom. "Look, if you're that worried, when you're ready to sleep, just crash out in our guest bedroom. Alright?"
After a long pause, Tara, as always, gave in to Layla. "OK, I'll be right over."
The lovers spent the most normal yet fun evening they'd ever had together. With no band commitments, they were free to do anything they pleased. They took a skinny dip together in Layla's pool and hot tubbed after. They went for a walk around the neighborhood, struggling to resist the urge to hold hands. As the sun set, they returned home to sip wine and watch movies.
As the hour grew later, and the women grew tipsy, emotions perhaps triggered by the chick flick they watched, began creeping up. They sprawled on the couch, Layla leaning into Tara's arms. "This has been a wonderful night," Tara said reflectively.
"It has," Layla agreed with a touch of sadness.
"I wish all of our nights could be like this."
Layla shifted her body to move on top of Tara. "They will, Tara. I'm going to see a lawyer this week. I'm going to see what my options are, and the safest way to get out of this."
Tears glistened in Tara's eyes, and she traced her fingers down the side of Layla's face.
"And if my options aren't good, then… We'll just bounce. We'll disappear."
She leaned into Tara to seal her promises with a kiss. It quickly deepened into a steamy, needy thing that seemed as though it would never end. Soon they had scurried up on their knees on the couch, hurrying to undress each other. Both of them wore sun dresses that easily fell away once spaghetti straps were pulled down. Neither of them wore bras or underwear, which was just one of the many secrets they shared. They kissed, stroked, rubbed and petted everywhere they could get their hands; in a frenzy to have
Three Months Later
W hat began as an extremely dangerous, very rare, secret affair soon became comfortable. Seth became increasingly involved in drugs which made Layla feel her chances of a safe, clean break were diminished. But, his constant running around and spending less and less time with Layla made it easier for the two women to be together. So, what once had been extremely nervous making became second nature. They became less and less afraid of being caught, until eventually they were completely confident that their secret was safe from a strung out loser who was never around.
There came a one week break in Victim Unknown's touring schedule where they would all be allowed some free time back in L.A. Layla and Tara were thrilled to finally be able to spend some quiet time alone on their home turf, doing the things they wanted to; as lovers. Once Layla and Seth arrived at their house, he quickly dumped his luggage inside the front door, showered, changed into clubbing attire, and told her not to wait up.
It kind of made her laugh how much this once would have upset her. But she didn't give a second thought to where he might be going and instead phoned Tara.
"Hey," Layla purred. "Come spend the night with me."
There was an awkward pause. "Um, are you sure that's a good idea, Lay?"
Layla laughed. "Well sure, why wouldn't it be? He's already gone. He won't be home."
"Well, why don't you just come over here, just to be safe?"
Layla knew she was worried about being caught. But, it would be a lot more detrimental for Seth to happen to return home and find Layla not home, than it would be for him to find her best friend asleep in the spare bedroom. "Look, if you're that worried, when you're ready to sleep, just crash out in our guest bedroom. Alright?"
After a long pause, Tara, as always, gave in to Layla. "OK, I'll be right over."
The lovers spent the most normal yet fun evening they'd ever had together. With no band commitments, they were free to do anything they pleased. They took a skinny dip together in Layla's pool and hot tubbed after. They went for a walk around the neighborhood, struggling to resist the urge to hold hands. As the sun set, they returned home to sip wine and watch movies.
As the hour grew later, and the women grew tipsy, emotions perhaps triggered by the chick flick they watched, began creeping up. They sprawled on the couch, Layla leaning into Tara's arms. "This has been a wonderful night," Tara said reflectively.
"It has," Layla agreed with a touch of sadness.
"I wish all of our nights could be like this."
Layla shifted her body to move on top of Tara. "They will, Tara. I'm going to see a lawyer this week. I'm going to see what my options are, and the safest way to get out of this."
Tears glistened in Tara's eyes, and she traced her fingers down the side of Layla's face.
"And if my options aren't good, then… We'll just bounce. We'll disappear."
She leaned into Tara to seal her promises with a kiss. It quickly deepened into a steamy, needy thing that seemed as though it would never end. Soon they had scurried up on their knees on the couch, hurrying to undress each other. Both of them wore sun dresses that easily fell away once spaghetti straps were pulled down. Neither of them wore bras or underwear, which was just one of the many secrets they shared. They kissed, stroked, rubbed and petted everywhere they could get their hands; in a frenzy to have
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