caught a glimpse of a moist pink tongue disappearing into the apex of the creamy thighs and heard soft sucking followed by another throaty moan. Instinctively, she took a step back.
“Don’t go,” the blonde whispered and even though her words were faint, they held a hint of command.
Captivated by the tone and the scene, Bren stared as the blonde drove her fingers through the kneeling woman’s short, slick black hair and directed her mouth where she wanted her.
“Lick me there. That’s right,” the blonde murmured.
Bren could just make out the line of the bottom’s jaw as she intensified her efforts, alternately sucking and tonguing the blonde. Jae, oh God, it’s Jae , which she couldn’t be, of course, because Jae wasn’t real. At least not to anyone except Brenda. Except—except this woman kneeling on the filthy floor with her hands clasped between her tight denim-sheathed thighs, pleasuring a woman whom Bren was sure was a stranger to her, was exactly as Bren had seen her countless times in her mind’s eye.
“Ahhh,” the blonde sighed, her eyes on Bren, her thighs trembling. “She has a talented tongue. She’s going to make me come.”
“I know,” Brenda whispered, her gaze alternating between the blonde’s face and Jae’s mouth devouring her.
The blonde’s breasts lifted and fell with each panting breath, and her hips writhed restlessly. She stared down at the woman between her legs, and Bren knew she was on the verge of coming.
“You can masturbate, if you must,” the blonde gasped, and Bren wasn’t certain to whom she was speaking—her or Jae. Keeping her hands by her sides, she watched Jae fumble with her jeans. When Jae shoved a hand into her gaping fly and groaned, Bren turned away. She wouldn’t watch Jae come while making love to another woman. Not unless she dictated it.
Stumbling outside, Bren blinked at the sudden assault of lingering daylight and struggled for breath. A thin wail followed her and she half-ran down the slope, chased by the ghosts of her own making.
*
“How’s it going?” Bren asked when she rejoined Liz, who hadn’t moved since Bren last saw her.
“They’re tied with two innings to go.” Liz glanced at Bren, then frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You sure? You look…upset.”
“No. I’m not. I…” Bren shrugged. “I walked in on two women having a moment in the restroom.”
“You’re kidding.” Liz laughed. “Although I’m not sure why I’m surprised. You can practically see the pheromones in the air around here. God, I haven’t walked in on a hot make out session since we lived in the dorms. I feel old.”
“They weren’t making out.” Bren saw Jae on her knees, heard the scene play out, knew just the way Jae’s face would look as she brought herself to orgasm seconds after making the blond stranger come. She ached to write it, capturing the instant when the pleasure made her blind.
“Bren?”
“Hmm?” Bren asked, feigning interest in the game being played in front of her rather than in her mind.
“What were they doing?”
“Oh. Uh, one of them was going down on the other one.”
“Well,” Liz said almost reverently. “I’m sorry I missed that. Did you know them? Oh God, it wasn’t Candace was it?”
Bren laughed. “No, it wasn’t Candace. If it had been, I’d probably still be watching.”
“Watching what?” Candace said, bumping her hip against Bren’s as she joined them.
“Bren walked in on a bit of oral sex in the bathroom,” Liz confided.
“Really?” Candace said with interest. She pivoted, surveying the field. “Where is it?”
“Never mind,” Bren said, slipping her arm through Candace’s. “I’m sure they’re done by now, and besides, it’s not your kind of place. I think there was mold growing in the cracks on the floor.”
“Okay, that’s yech. But was it hot?”
“Yes,” Bren said quietly, remembering Jae’s tight, slender body and the way her mouth
“Don’t go,” the blonde whispered and even though her words were faint, they held a hint of command.
Captivated by the tone and the scene, Bren stared as the blonde drove her fingers through the kneeling woman’s short, slick black hair and directed her mouth where she wanted her.
“Lick me there. That’s right,” the blonde murmured.
Bren could just make out the line of the bottom’s jaw as she intensified her efforts, alternately sucking and tonguing the blonde. Jae, oh God, it’s Jae , which she couldn’t be, of course, because Jae wasn’t real. At least not to anyone except Brenda. Except—except this woman kneeling on the filthy floor with her hands clasped between her tight denim-sheathed thighs, pleasuring a woman whom Bren was sure was a stranger to her, was exactly as Bren had seen her countless times in her mind’s eye.
“Ahhh,” the blonde sighed, her eyes on Bren, her thighs trembling. “She has a talented tongue. She’s going to make me come.”
“I know,” Brenda whispered, her gaze alternating between the blonde’s face and Jae’s mouth devouring her.
The blonde’s breasts lifted and fell with each panting breath, and her hips writhed restlessly. She stared down at the woman between her legs, and Bren knew she was on the verge of coming.
“You can masturbate, if you must,” the blonde gasped, and Bren wasn’t certain to whom she was speaking—her or Jae. Keeping her hands by her sides, she watched Jae fumble with her jeans. When Jae shoved a hand into her gaping fly and groaned, Bren turned away. She wouldn’t watch Jae come while making love to another woman. Not unless she dictated it.
Stumbling outside, Bren blinked at the sudden assault of lingering daylight and struggled for breath. A thin wail followed her and she half-ran down the slope, chased by the ghosts of her own making.
*
“How’s it going?” Bren asked when she rejoined Liz, who hadn’t moved since Bren last saw her.
“They’re tied with two innings to go.” Liz glanced at Bren, then frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You sure? You look…upset.”
“No. I’m not. I…” Bren shrugged. “I walked in on two women having a moment in the restroom.”
“You’re kidding.” Liz laughed. “Although I’m not sure why I’m surprised. You can practically see the pheromones in the air around here. God, I haven’t walked in on a hot make out session since we lived in the dorms. I feel old.”
“They weren’t making out.” Bren saw Jae on her knees, heard the scene play out, knew just the way Jae’s face would look as she brought herself to orgasm seconds after making the blond stranger come. She ached to write it, capturing the instant when the pleasure made her blind.
“Bren?”
“Hmm?” Bren asked, feigning interest in the game being played in front of her rather than in her mind.
“What were they doing?”
“Oh. Uh, one of them was going down on the other one.”
“Well,” Liz said almost reverently. “I’m sorry I missed that. Did you know them? Oh God, it wasn’t Candace was it?”
Bren laughed. “No, it wasn’t Candace. If it had been, I’d probably still be watching.”
“Watching what?” Candace said, bumping her hip against Bren’s as she joined them.
“Bren walked in on a bit of oral sex in the bathroom,” Liz confided.
“Really?” Candace said with interest. She pivoted, surveying the field. “Where is it?”
“Never mind,” Bren said, slipping her arm through Candace’s. “I’m sure they’re done by now, and besides, it’s not your kind of place. I think there was mold growing in the cracks on the floor.”
“Okay, that’s yech. But was it hot?”
“Yes,” Bren said quietly, remembering Jae’s tight, slender body and the way her mouth
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