Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
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Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
Jennifer ordered, the girl left, and Margaret said, “No, I’ve never worn that in the US. I got it on a trip to France and wore it to the beach, and it’s been in a drawer ever since.”
Jennifer nodded with the same expression she had when Margaret thought she heard, that’s sad.
“Why’d you ask?”
“No reason,” Jennifer said. “It just popped into my mind, imagining him finding out how hot you really are. Not that he doesn’t already think that.”
“Does he?”
“Oh yeah.” Jennifer grinned and leaned in. “As much as he talked about you, I was sure you ... you and Tony, you know, might have had a thing.”
“A thing, really? That’s funny. Anthony acted like he might have been interested, but he was testing me.”
“Yeah.” Jennifer pursed her lips and gave an abrupt nod. “Not sure that was a test until you didn’t take the bait.”
Margaret considered it, thinking about how close she and Tony were and his mannerisms and innuendos, then she thought about how much like Jennifer she was back then. What if she had fucked Tony seven years ago? What course change would have happened, and where would she be today?
They reached for the appetizer plate at the same time, and their hands touched. That was the first of several inadvertent touches that seemed to change the atmosphere, at least in Margaret’s mind.
After dinner, with their shoes in their hands, Jennifer and Margaret went down to the beach. The bright moon gave the ocean an alluring appeal. The small white caps breaking offshore seemed brighter, and Margaret felt more attuned to the sounds they made.
Jennifer suggested they sit for a while and they ended up side by side, in the same position, their knees pulled up to their chests. The sand was cool on the surface, but when Margaret screwed her hands down into it, it was warm. She lifted a handful and let it spill through her fingers. Jennifer did the same, except hers poured over her feet.
“About Kansas,” Jennifer said.
“Wait.” Margaret put her hand on Jennifer’s knee and was about to pull it back because it seemed too intimate a gesture, but Jennifer put her hand on top of it. “Everybody has a past,” Margaret said, thinking about the envelope in her purse for the thousandth time since they left the house.
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