Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
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Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Samantha’s expression said she did, but she wouldn’t admit it. “It’s in here,” she held up an envelope, “but first explain what happened to change your feelings about her. You know someone can overcome their past, change, and move on, and the last thing they want is someone to bring it up. What are you really worried about?”
“Anthony shouldn’t be blindsided. He has a right to know. Andre knew exactly what he was getting, Anthony has the right to know.”
“Like you knew what you were getting?” Samantha asked. “Trophy wife. Arm-candy.”
“Don’t be mean, Sam, it’s not like you.”
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry, and I’m happy for you, really.”
Margaret wanted to believe that, but it wasn’t possible, not after what happened at the bachelorette party or the kiss Samantha gave her when she was helping Margaret put on her wedding dress. Margaret hadn’t pulled away fast enough, and maybe she didn’t want to at all.
Her best friend’s pleading face would always be there, burned onto her brain. We’re two pieces in a pair, peas in a pod, and we go together, Samantha had said. It was true. They had been, almost since the day they met on the playground of that Texas grade school.
As kids, before they knew anything about each other, Margaret had been drawn to Samantha. She was a quiet, brooding girl until they got together. They brought each other out of their shells, started getting in trouble together, grew up too fast, and became rebellious teenagers, closer than sisters.
Margaret thought of Samantha as the sister she never had, if she never had a sister, but Margaret couldn’t say for sure. By the time her parents had the talk with her, Margaret had already thought of herself as the red-headed stepchild. The leering eyes of her older dark-haired brothers assured her she had been adopted as a baby. Nothing was known about her birth parents or her foster parents just kept it from Margaret.
She and Samantha used to joke about her unknown pasts until she didn’t care anymore where she had come from. The bodacious-bodied goth girl, Sammy, and the gorgeous redhead, Maggie were more concerned about where they were going. Anywhere except here, they used to say.
“It’s in her eyes,” Margaret said. “From the first time I met her, she hugged me and stared into my eyes like she knew me. She told me she felt like she knew me, and always with the hugs that seemed to last too long. It’s the vibes, you know, we pick up on things like that. I notice, catch her staring, flirting, maybe.”
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