Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
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Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - With a cloud of naughty erotica hanging overhead, can Margaret, a woman with a past she doesn’t want to remember, find peace in her new life as a rich wife, or will a conflict with her stepson’s new girlfriend and a friend from her past unravel the new world she wants to become a part of? From the best-selling author of Potential and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction First Masturbation Oral Sex
It might have been several small climaxes building toward the major one or a long one that grew until it was a gut-punching orgasm. Maggie didn’t know, but suddenly it was too much. Her thighs crushed Sammy’s sides, and her heels crashed into Sammy’s ass to stop the thrashing. The words I love you had been on the tip of Maggie’s tongue since their first kiss, but it wasn’t like the love ya that they always said, so she screamed, “Fuuuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
A fist hammering on Maggie’s bedroom door and her mother’s screaming voice sobered the lust-drunk girls like blue lights in the rearview mirror. They stared at each other for a few seconds, then Sammy was moving. She pulled a backward, inside-out T-shirt over her head, jumped into her pants, and left by way of the window. Her socks, bra, and panties were still on the floor, and Sammy would never set foot in that house again to retrieve them.
The dream had been more real than Margaret’s memories, and it left her hot between her legs, wet with sweat, and she was crying. Even as a kid, she had known nothing would ever be the same again, not there. Their first kiss had started it, and what had just happened was more evidence of how her course was changing.
The call Maggie’s mother made to Sammy’s house was evident by the bruises on Sammy the next time Maggie saw her. They hugged and cried and started planning. Before finishing their senior year, Maggie and Sammy packed some stuff, stole some cash, and said, “Anywhere but here,” as they got on the Greyhound bus. Together, the two foul-mouthed hellions felt invincible, and they just wanted to have fun, kiss girls, and live like they were dying.
Margaret shook herself and took a long shower. When she came back, there was a pair of acid-washed jeans, complete with holes, and a note that said, Wear these. Margaret’s whole body stiffened against the swell of emotions.
At the restaurant, Margaret and Jennifer waited at the bar for a table. Figuring she probably shouldn’t, Margaret agreed to have a beer with Jennifer. “I can’t get over how well these fit.” She ran a hand down her thigh. “How did you know what size to get?”
“Honestly, it was an educated guess. We’re not the same size, but we’re built the same, same shape.”
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