“Want to join us?” Carrie breathlessly asked, turning her face to the cop. I couldn't stop looking at her, the soft curve of her jaw, the delicate stretch of her neck, the way her hair fell over her shoulders. The cop couldn't either. In fact, he looked like he wanted to say yes. He looked like he wanted that very much.
“I'm going to leave now.” He took a step back as if to convince himself. “Just keep it down. Please don't make me come back, okay?” He was actually pleading.
Carrie shut the door, giggling, and looked at me. “Well, that was fun while it lasted.”
“You're bad.” I was still breathless from our kiss, my heart hammering in my chest.
“You have no idea.” Her eyes had a very naughty glint and when she reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in again for another kiss, I didn't protest at all. I'm sure it 58
was partially the alcohol, and partially our afternoon of painful confessions, but mostly I think we just both wanted to.
“A threesome would have been fun,” Carrie murmured against my neck, her hands trailing down my back. “I have fantasies about cops.”
“Oh god, who doesn't?” I groaned when she cupped my ass, sliding a thigh between mine.
“Men in uniform.” She sighed joyfully. “Very hot.”
I was being pressed back toward the kitchen and pretty much knew where we were going to end up. “But I don't think Doc would have appreciated that.”
“True.” Carrie reached around and opened the bedroom door. “He's fine with me being with other girls. But other men? Um, not so much.”
“So this isn't cheating.” I fell back onto the bed with a little exhale when she pushed me.
“Well...” She stretched out beside me in her white bra and panties. We were quite a sight, I'm sure, like an angel in white and a devil in black. Although I wasn't sure which was which at that point. “There's your husband to consider.”
“No, there isn't.” I slipped an arm around her neck and pressed my mouth to hers to emphasize that statement. She rolled toward me, her thigh sliding up against mine like satin on silk. Her hand moved up my ribs toward my breast and I held my breath, waiting for her touch.
“You're going to tell me what's going on with that some day, right?” she murmured, her lips trailing down my neck, my collarbone.
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“Not right now,” I whispered, trembling as she feathered kisses over my cleavage.
“No...” She smiled up at me, both hands moving over my ribcage, finding their way to my breasts and cupping them through my bra. “Definitely not right now.”
I moaned when she rubbed my nipples through the lacy material. I'd gone to my interview dressed to the nines from my underwear out and I hadn't bothered to change my bra and panties. They happened to be the best set I owned, Victoria's Secret black lace and elegance. Hers were plain in contrast, white cotton bikini panties with a little bow in front and a plain white bra with a tiny pink rosebud in the center, and still I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life.
“I want to make you feel good.” Her words had already accomplished the task, but her tongue was trying hard to keep up, lashing at my nipples through my bra, her fingernails tickling my sides. “I want to make you come so hard.”
Oh god. My pussy was already soaked from being next to her all night, watching her dancing half-naked, a little drunk, wild and out of control. Those words out of her mouth melted me completely.
“Yes.” It was all I could think of to say, but I wanted to give her even more affirmation so I reached around and undid my bra, peeling the straps down my shoulders. Her eyes brightened when my breasts were free and her tongue went back to work, circling my nipples and making me squirm on the bed. I let her do that for while, I don't know how long, experiencing every sensation as if it were the first time. Her mouth was practiced, sure, her hands roaming freely, and just her tongue on my nipples took me to heights I couldn't remember reaching before.
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“Here,” she whispered, stopping and reaching around, undoing her own bra. “Me too.”
It wasn't that I'd forgotten, or that I didn't want to. God knew I wanted to. It was just that she was so beautiful, I wasn't sure I could. It was like touching perfection. I was too afraid I would spoil it. But Carrie wasn't having any of my hesitation or shyness. She guided my hands to cup her bare breasts and the moment I felt the weight of them, the lush curves and the thick arousal of her nipples against my palms, I was lost. Her body became a roadmap I followed behind closed eyes. Touching her brought me almost as much pleasure as her hands on me.
She gave me all those soft, sweet noises I'd heard the night she was making love to Doc, and the sound of them thrilled me beyond words. Everywhere I touched her came alive under my fingers. Her nipples hardened, her breasts swayed, her belly fluttered, her thighs quivered. The exploration went on a long time, and we hadn't even taken off our panties. By the time her mouth made its way down past my navel, the crotch of my underwear was soaked. She nudged at them with her nose, teasing me, making me wiggle. I had no reservations now, no more second thoughts. I wanted her—