Chapter 13

Deana had kissed Rebecca because she wanted Evan to leave thinking about them, wishing he could be with them, not because she was mad or jealous. She wanted to make a point so he’d never lock her out again.

However, once it started, Rebecca wouldn’t let it stop. Her hands went to Deana’s ass, groping and pulling while her thigh pushed between Deana’s legs. There was no doubt that behind the glare on the windshield, Evan’s mouth was hanging open, and his dick was hard, but they were in front of Rebecca’s house. Anyone passing by or a neighbor looking out their window could have seen them. After the fact, her lack of inhibition scared Deana. What would happen when they went back to school?

Once Rebecca dragged Deana inside, slammed the door, and pinned her to the wall, she said, “Fuck, I missed you.”

Before Deana could respond, the tumbler’s mouth was on hers, and a hand was down the front of her sweatpants. “Oooh, it’s so smooth. Did you do that for me?” Rebecca asked.

She smiled and put a foot up on the umbrella box, arched back, and shoved her crotch into Rebecca’s hand. It clamped down, crushing two fingers between her pussy lips. “Ahhhh, Reb, fuck, I missed you, too.”

Rebecca dragged her fingers back, coating the tips. The tumbler was the only person who could set Deana on fire and soak her panties in less than a minute. Deana’s head thumped against the wall when Rebecca circled and flicked her clit. “Ah, shit, mmm-hmm, baby, oh baby, I’m gonna—”

“No, you’re not, not like this,” Rebecca said and pulled her hand free.

“No, wait,” she whined and grabbed Rebecca’s wrist, but Rebecca pressed her forehead to Deana’s, stared into her eyes, and slipped the two wet fingers between their lips. Deana sucked one while Rebecca got the other. They worked their way down to the webbing between the two digits, and the tips of their tongues joined.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for too long,” Rebecca said. “Come on. I’m going to make you cum so hard...”

The tumbler yanked Deana’s arm, and she stumbled forward, scrambling to keep up. Rebecca hadn’t just missed her, and that made Deana believe her guilty conscience was warranted.

When they reached her room, Rebecca faced Deana, grabbed her neck, squeezed, and pulled Deana into a kiss that instantly turned the heat between her legs back to a three-alarm fire. She lifted her thigh to Rebecca’s hip and humped like a frustrated puppy.

“Easy, tiger,” Rebecca said and stepped back. “I love looking at you when you’re horny. The only thing more beautiful is when I’m getting you off.”

“Then please make me more beautiful!”

Rebecca grinned. “Don’t rush me.”

Deana was ready to knock Rebecca down and sit on her face, but if this slow torture made Rebecca happy, it was the least Deana could do after everything she had done with Evan. “Whatever makes you happy, baby.”

Rebecca went to her knees, looked up, and inched Deana’s pants and panties past the knobs at the front of her hips. She kissed each bone and exposed a little more flesh. “God, it’s sexy when you shave.” She pressed her nose to the cushion of Deana’s mound and inhaled. “Mm, fuck, you smell delicious.”

God, Deana thought, fuckin’ touch me, lick me, fuckin’ eat me already. The pants continued their painfully slow descent with Rebecca’s kissing lips trailing behind. Deana expected her pussy to spontaneously burst, spraying her insides all over her girlfriend’s head. Rebecca glanced up with her hands on Deana’s ankles. That sex-dripping mouth curled up at the edges, and the tumbler shoved Deana. She squealed, arms flailing, and fell backward.

When Rebecca’s grin peeked above the edge of the bed, Deana said, “You bitch, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, I needed to get these off you.”

Deana watched Rebecca at the end of her raised legs, inhaling deeply through the black panties before massaging her feet with the silky material. “Reb, you’re killing me.”

Rebecca nodded and kissed the arch of each foot. “Then prepare to die.” She stood holding Deana’s legs, shoved her up the bed, and got on her knees between Deana’s feet.

She saw the mischievous expression, then the feather in Rebecca’s hand. “Hey, what’s that for?”

“Shh, just relax and let me worry about this.” Rebecca sliced the air like Zorro and ran it up Deana’s leg from the kneecap to her hip, paused, and scrawled loops across her bald mound. Deana’s stomach sucked in, and she bit her lip as the puffy bulbs atop her tits screamed an angry pink. Rebecca zigzagged down the other thigh, circled the kneecap, and zipped up the inside of her leg.